[ He can't really blame her. Kahlil isn't entirely used to seeing his sister this way either - in his memory she's a girl of five or six, large dark eyes and long dark hair. The nuns wouldn't have let him see her after she was made into an oracle. But he remains in a defensive stance, halfway stepping between them as he approaches the base of the tree]

I had a dream where three objects were set upon a stone tablet. This was one of them - it appeared in my domain after I woke up and finally found my way back here...

[ He motions for Rousma, reaching his hands up: ] It's all right.

[ The skeleton girl sticks the mirror between her teeth and climbs down, skittering along the iron trunk unnaturally until she's close enough to Kahlil to jump into his arms. He carefully sets her down on the ground.

She approaches Wanda, removing the mirror from her jaws and offering it to her. ]

You see?

[ The cracked glass offers no reflection. ]