"You always did know how to decorate." She was well inclined to believe her sister: in decades past Tanya had come to know Dusk as a formidable force in her own right and one could hardly imagine what the vixen was capable of with the resources of the Ministry of Misanthropy at her disposal. On reflection the fit seemed almost laughably perfect. Dusk always had been an ambitious soul, and of the two she felt, to Tanya, far more suited to such a position of authority. Now their estrangement was, for the moment, experiencing tentative repair, she allowed herself to warm to that sliver of pride, tinged though it was with melancholy. 'Gates only knew what her sister had endured or sacrificed to get to such a position, and she knew well enough that the cost was never insignificant. If it meant a trip or two and a few eyes on family to soothe a worried mind, it was work worth the doing.
Heading towards the door, Tanya paused for a moment to glance back at Dusk. "Time's a funny thing," she murmured, "it all feels like whatever we argued about hardly matters now. For what it's worth, whatever comes next...this has made coming back worth it. Glad I decided to. Thank you, Dusk." A fleeting smile, and the vixen was off.
