"Mor made no comment--and I knew that if had worn nothing but my undergarments, she would have told me to own every inch of it. I turned to her. "I'd like my sisters to meet you. Maybe not today. But if you ever feel like it ..." She cocked her head. I rubbed the back of my bare neck. "I want them to hear your story. And know that there is a special strength ... " As I spoke I realized I needed to hear it, know it, too. "A special strength in enduring such dark trials and hardships ... And still remaining warm, and kind. Still willing to trust--and reach out." Mor's mouth tightened and she blinked a few times. I went for the door, but paused with my hand on the knob. "I'm sorry if I was not as welcoming to you as you were to me when I arrived at the Night Court. I was ... I'm trying to learn how to adjust." A pathetic, inarticulate way of explaining how ruined I'd become. But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for me, and said, "There are good days and hard days for me--even now. Don't let the hard days win."