Nadia & Vic early on
Her hand is swallowed in his, dwarfed by the man’s palm, but she shakes it cheerfully. His question, however, makes the smile flicker a little at the edges, a fleeting piece of static. Nadia shakes her head.
“No—I do not think I would have had the constitution for it, honestly.” She had hardened down into a shell of herself over the last few years, but there were limits, and Marina had seen them. “My brother was, however, which is how we are connected. I know it has not been all that long, but I am very fond of her.” Her gaze drifts past him, to the darkhaired woman in the distance.
Then: “You and Marina seem close?” she says, and it’s that careful sort of sussing-out question that sisters worldwide have always asked.