Soft, warm skin beneath her fingers. Still alive, still a Black, still her sister. That's what's important. The loyalty still runs deep, singing in her blood. The willingness to use the Unforgivables in a heartbeat for this one still ring true, whether Cissy is younger or older.

Bella's lips twist in amusement. "I spit on nothing, Cissy. I eagerly await enlightenment. What do we do after we leave these walls?" A pause. "Are you married?" Out of the two of them, her sister would be the more willing party to do so.