"I would like that," she said softly. "Very much." She'd been angry at Guenever. She was still angry, still jealous, but so very lonely. She had loved her once, a long time ago, whatever that love had meant. They had been friends, had been part of something whole and wonderful and bright. Something lost to Lexi now.
"Do you dream of the fire?" she asked finally, voice hoarse as bright brown eyes searched her face. "I do. The fire and what came after, or what might have been, if I'd been too late."