She smiled faintly, glancing over at her sister for a moment. "Maybe tomorrow morning there will be fog again and we- you- can go for a walk in it."
Chastity grew quiet again. For her, it was mostly a comfortable silence, but it was also because of how the subject of their brother made her feel. His death was something that had irrevokably changed her life... whether it was for the better or not, she didn't like to think about it. If he had never died, though, who knew where she'd be today. "Maybe," she finally replied, her voice soft. "Four years in April, right?" Had it really been that long? "He would have been eight, almost nine, now..."