Before she could return, her younger sister made her own way out and over to the table with a wide yawn.  Sitting down and joining her father, she began to eat.  She looked better than she had been the last few days; a childhood pox had swept through the ranks of her second grade class and she still sported little red blisters all across the skin of her wings, but at least she could fold them comfortably this morning. Hopefully, it would make its way out of her system in another week, and until then Forgath could take the opportunity to dote on her.  After all, it was quite clear that he wouldn't have such opportunities forever.