"Hah. Yeah." Saturday can't relate. She'd only just acquired that gnawing worry, and honestly, too - she doesn't like what she's becoming, what she's apparently willing to become in the name of - pride, and guarding what's hers. Persons and positions.

You don't need scales and wings to be a dragon. She's a dragon's sister. That's apparently enough.

But she gets the gist of it, the shift in how you look at yourself.

"I'm sorry for what you've gone through," is what she says instead of any of that.