"The witch is dead."

She'd died twice, but DG had no desire to explain her own recent encounter with the wicked creature to her sister. The memory soured the reunion, but she refused to let it spoil it. It was easier to let Azkadellia believe that it had ended on the tower.

"It's so good to see you," she said, tears pricking her eyes. She kept hold of her sister's arm as she drew back to check her over, making sure that she was both truly real and largely unharmed.