She leaned into Ariadna's warm comfort, closing her eyes as she sighed, feeling the panic melt away with it. "It's my fault," she murmured. "I don't know why I thought I needed to see this or what I was out there to prove." Watching helpless people's lives get ripped away from them in some of the worst possible ways wasn't exactly on her To-Do list, but it now belonged to the list of things she would never forget.
Slowly, Marlow opened her eyes again and ran her fingers over the colorful candies embroidering Ariadna's dress. The witch's skill and creativity never ceased to amaze her, or make her smile. "Did you go to the Coven ritual?" she asked.