He pulls his finger from his mouth and looks to her.  He holds his finger out.  All anger, pain and guards forgotten except the throbbing in his finger.  Sebastion offers Kirsten his finger to tend, letting a moment of who he use to be, who they use to be enwrapt them.  Sister and brother, there for each other in any need.  Always, being with only one felt like being with only half.<br/><br/>The phone rang in the background, an insistent call back to the present.  How long could they enjoy the past?