As night fell, Paityn entered Tegan’s room. The latter was still awake and worked on her embroidery. It was a piece commissioned by the National Museum. Tegan had spent two years on this project.

Paityn stood quietly at the door and watched her sister. There was a tube of ointment in her hands.

Back then, Paityn had stood in the same way at Tegan's bedroom door and quietly watched her embroider. She knew that Tegan would retreat into her embroidery whenever she felt distressed. Tegan was prob