In her bed again, Bitterblue tried to wrap sleep around herself. She had an early morning, with Dellians and Pikkians to say good-bye to. She had Skye to find and reason with, and another big day of meetings and decisions. But Bitterblue couldn’t sleep. She held a word inside herself that she was too shy to say aloud. Finally, she dared, once, to whisper it. Sister.
