[It is so quiet in the parlor when Sebastian leaves her there alone. Sieglinde’s small feet dangle uselessly high above the floor, aching and in need of tending, her head feels so heavy with the amount of information she has been forced to process in such a short time, all without the familiar frame of her world to make sense of them…

And there is a cat. If this were her own manor or another day she might excitedly try to get it to approach her, intent on exploring the softness of its fur or seeing how it acted, but now…

Sebastian returns, and the cat trots amiably away.

Instead, she has a box. One she hesitated a moment to open unsure if she was afraid to find nothing or something within… but she has to open it eventually. She shard is beautiful, it sparkles in the light, but in her hands.

It feels like Ciel.

She doesn’t know how to explain why. She doesn’t know why tears spring ready to her eyes as she stares down at it, her fingers curling anxiously around the rock that had once been her patient, the rare visitor from the outside world who had taught her so much. As only a girl completely deprived of childhood and friendship could she had latched on rather quickly to the boy, but…]

How is it I can be so sure it is him… ?

[Her voice is small, directed more at the shard than anywhere else.]

It could be… It could easily be a spell or trick, and yet I am so sure he is there…