He looks up to see her watching him. Her brown eyes are hesitant, as if she doesn't trust his reaction. His heart aches at the sight, and he wonders what he's said or done to wound her.
"Hi," she says, and it is a soft, broken sound.
"Hi."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to contact my spirit guide."
"Why?" She is groping in the dark now, and the realization comforts him, because he knows he's not alone in this.
"Who knows what's going to happen when that ring hits us? We might be in for another long journey."
She tries to smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I guess I could use a little spiritual guidance myself right now. Mind if I join you?"
Ah, little sister. "I thought you'd never ask."
She sits and pauses, looking at him and then at the table. After a moment, she closes her eyes and reaches for his hand.
The touch is all he needs to know they'll be okay.