[ Perhaps she's always been perceptive thanks to a life time of dutifully watching and observing Sunday as little sisters who care for their older brothers are want to do, or because she's so attuned to the music of people and things around her that she can sense hesitation as a result. Whatever the reason she notices the split second drag of air and worries that maybe she's been too forward.

But then he's running along with her. And more than that - he's laughing. For a moment she can't help but watch him, observing how unabashed, how unrestrained it is. How it softens his jagged edges and makes him look younger. Something light, like bubbles rises in her chest at the sound dispelling the momentary doubt that she'd had until they result in her own laughter to accompany his.

Here in the back seat of this car it feels like they're in a world of their own, away from the Family, the IPC and the Sweet Dream. It allows her to forget herself and that her hand is placed still so lightly on his. Her wings flutter a moment, the only sign that she's flustered that she'll allow herself, before smoothly removing her hand back onto her lap. ]

They're discreet. Just in case you were worried about that. And of course you won't have to worry about payment of any kind. Consider it a gift from me to you for the favour you're doing for me.