"It hurts."
"You're being a child." La'an's hands stall over the memory. Sitting there, so little, the words making her feel smaller still. And yes, there it is, written in Chapel's tightening frame. I don't care. "Sorry."
"It's fine." Chapel shrugs, but it's not. La'an lets the twists soften, the plait unfinished.
"It's what my brother used to say." She can still feel his fingers, his scowl in the mirror. He'd loved her, so fast. Never again. "You should have met him." He should have met her. Seen everything they've become.
"I have." Chapel smiles in reflection. "He made you."