“I did it for you too,” I told her. “The stars showed me your death on the cards too, little shrew. And I couldn’t have that.” She sobbed as she clutched me harder, more tears falling against my skin as she held me like she really cared about me. And I realised just how much I cared about her too. She was like a little sister to me now. My silly little shrew of a sister who ran me around in circles as easily as breathing.