Demetri had left Aime and was again moving through the crowd. It was a somber occasion and he would wish his friends happier times. He stood beside the sofa, close to the wall, ever listening but trying to stay out of the way. Suddenly he was caught and started but for a moment as a very familiar voice accompanied the arm now linked with his.
He smiled and looked down at his sister, putting his hand over hers. Though he'd meant to go home to see her as their brothers, he was nonetheless still glad to see her. "It is Livy, it really is. I thought when I was younger that he would live far, far past any of us."