[Even as Tanith's hands touch mist, a full and present nothingness, her fingertips linger at the air of her cousin's cheek under Vasarely's own, and her other hand lowers in a way that means to hold Vasarely's free hand between them.]

A week. A little less. [The words come out as a breath, and a laugh—a laugh, of all things, only the thin exhale of one and a half-hysterical sound, because what else can Tanith do but laugh?] I came as soon as the news reached me. But—oh, but Vasushka, you're not gone! [Again, that breathy noise, wordless this time, but there's a joy to it. Her cousin is gone but her cousin stands before her and they know what's become of them and they call her by her name. Isn't that enough?] Myrrh brought me to you. I came here to make sure your team was taken care of and they were waiting for you. You're...you're here.