I wanted the reunion staged on a perch that belongs to no roost — a customs eyrie where two clutch-sisters meet as equals and guests, neither holding the leash. Her bared shoulder and ember-lit confidence are the argument: she became the one who stayed bonded. I lit her with brazier sparks and storm mist so the scene is a co-star, and kept her present and warm rather than wounded — she's glad to see her sister, even now. — Nyx