Katsa hugged her for a long time, and Bitterblue understood that this was always how it would be. Katsa would come and then Katsa would go. But the hug was real, and lasting, even though it would end. The coming was as real as the going, and the coming would always be a promise. It would have to be good enough. She went to the art gallery the night they all left, because she was lonely. And then Hava led Bitterblue downstairs, to a place in the castle Bitterblue hadn’t yet been. They sat together at the top of the prison steps, listening to Goldie sing a lullaby to her prisoners.
