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She’s literally the woman of Tally’s dreams, or so Red confesses to Nicte one night while they’re all on the run.
Tally sits with her as she drives because she feels a responsibility to keep the driver awake. Elsewhere on the bus, Abigail and her two Tarim huddle together while Raelle and Scylla whisper words of love to each other in the middle seats.
The reveal isn’t as romantic as Tally’s words could have been, but Nicte hoards it in the secret space inside herself where she keeps beautiful things. Too much beauty had been lost on both sides, and Tally Craven is beautiful.
And easy to wind up. Nicte takes a perverse joy in getting reactions out of her companion. That usually earns one of Tally’s flat-lipped approximations of a smile.
It isn’t the hair or dimples that makes the young witch beautiful–though it’s dishonest to imply her physical beauty isn’t a factor. Tally is a bright light of conviction after so much of life has been muddied.
With absolute clarity, Red tells Nicte the story of finding her in dreams. Dreams she’s had of Sarah’s memories.
Tally never says more. Nicte never hints in all the teasing she gives the young witch. But they share looks of knowing. There are things they didn’t need to say to each other.
They both still dream of Sarah. They both love. And they are both merging into each other in the space of a dream.