'I didn't want them to keep you,' she wants to say, but tightens her fingers slightly instead - it may be unfair that she can watch him now without any trouble, but it only really feels normal.

It's what she is. Stubborn and unnatural and nothing half as finely made up as the most wonderful girl anywhere.

And that's okay. She happens to think that what she has is far more practical anyhow.

"It is possibly cruel that I would very much like to see their faces when you have disappeared come morning."