When their arms brushed, it was a gift beyond compare. Though had probably only been a day and a half in the castle, that time had been forever to Josephine. An eternity without Raoul, or the rest of her family. But they would never be apart after this; for she would wait until the end of time for them, outside of this world, where there will be no such distance. She didn't glanced over her shoulder at the sunrise, knowing what was there and keeping her mind clear. 'The Sparrow may die, but her song shall live on.' This shibboleth repeated in her mind, keeping her composed. She kept her eyes locked on Raoul, or Alyxander, who was sitting equally as unaffected as she was. Josephine listened only to the chirping of the birds, cherishing the warmth of the sunshine, for she never was to do so again. In her eyes, there was nothing to fear; if they were to be killed for a crime uncommitted, or for the sake of the people, then it was fate. As the wagon slowed, jolting to a halt, she gave one last smile and drew in a breath for courage. "And I love you as well. Be brave, my dear Raoul. Alyx. Madame, Sir." As she spoke their names, her eyes went to each of them. Alyxander gave her a nod and a fearless smile. The Williams' gave her teary eyed goodbye of their own. Her arm was harshly grabbed, and she closed her eyes for a moment. "Be brave."