Arkana’s mismatched eyes shine with glee when Sabran validates her thoughts, and she breathes a heavy sigh, relief washing over her like a tidal wave. Now that she knows her ponderings about Persephone and Evren are not solely a figment of her imagination, but based on a real and tangible ambiguity that her own sister has also picked up on, it’s as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders.

Even still, she finds herself leaning closer to her sister so that they may more easily exchange their hushed observations. Relieved as she may be that she can finally speak her thoughts freely with someone else, she has no intention of anyone - especially their mothers- overhearing this conversation.

“Thank you! I’m so glad I’m not going crazy,” she breathes, her words tumbling out almost faster than her tongue can keep up with. “Part of me wants to know, but part of me doesn’t. It’s kind of icky to think of your parents in that way, anyway. Maybe it’s best for us not to know.” She presses her lips together thoughtfully. “It’s so weird, though… Like, how does Dad fit into all of this? I’ve always wondered why they didn’t just stay with him, if they wanted to have his babies, or why he didn’t fight for more of a relationship with them.”

For a moment she regards Sabran, and then the serious glint in her eyes brightens to a teasing spark once more. “You know, if you don’t want a boyfriend, maybe we should make like our mothers and get you a girlfriend.”