From Francine's Perspective
All this reminiscing about Willow had her heart aching, and she excused herself and headed over to her brother. As if they read each other's minds, he was making his way towards her, and they met in the middle of the dining room with a roll of their eyes.
"Can we talk?" she asked with a different smile, trying not to sound too serious even though Willow's pretty face was in the forefront of her mind and all she wanted to do was talk about her death with him.
"Always, sis. Want to find somewhere more quiet?" Lander raised an eyebrow as a raucous rumble of laughter filled the room.
He offered her his arm, and she slid her arm through it and rested her head on his bicep, happy to enjoy being able to be close to another living being without electrocuting them.
