[quite a big family—the term used loosely, of course. that makes five sisters in total, with two gone, and only three remaining; at least they're not entirely alone, but esme must be feeling that isolation quite deeply now.

it is never easy.]

Being on your own when you've never been without can be... unbearable. [she remembers, how much she wished to not be a second longer amidst the living if it meant it being without her brother, just deceased. her words are wistful, gaze lingering on a far-off object.] I know that.

[and then her gaze focuses on esme again.]

But you don't have to be. It's a small comfort, but you can have it if you want. If you'll let me.