Sammy and Sif
Sif knew what it was to have things you needed to push aside, to forget about. She had lived many, many years and had seen many, many things -- a good number of them not nearly so good. Sometimes she had had to deal with them alone, and sometimes? Sometimes she'd had people around her.
She was glad that the people in town could come together like this.
Sif settled at the bar, trying to decide on what she wanted.