The deep blush softened a bit as she realized that Sorrow was not laughing at her or thinking her a snobbish princess. In fact, a genuine smile began to creep up on her porcelian doll lips.

And then, Sorrow froze. She had never seen anything like it: eyes growing dark, as if everything happy inside the taefa had died. "Lady Sorrow..." she allowed herself to say, unable to hide the worry, concern and curriosity burried deep in her voice. The words were barely a whisper, hardly audible. A hand slowly reached out, lacey fingers brushing against snow-white skin. It was a guesture of comfort she was not used to giving. It was a gesture she had long thought forgotten, dead.