"Calm down. It's day two, and I don't want to have to wish this place back together just yet."

North sets the food aside, leaving it for the moment and crossing the room to stand beside his sister. He doesn't blame her for his death, doesn't blame her for trying to shoot Tex, either. He can't blame her for being headstrong, arrogant, completely caught up in her own world. South is who she is, and she'll always be his little sister. If anyone can understand her, it's him.

Only right now? He has no idea what's going on in her head. He feels like he does, but the words and actions don't necessarily match up. Something's wrong, something's still not being said. He lets it go. He has to.

One hand rests on her shoulder, and his instincts kick in. He pulls her close, embracing her.