This is the complicated part, isn't it? To tell him of who may or may not be here, of the faces shared with others who are, well. Not the ones they know. Beatrice feels that squeeze in her chest again and closes her eyes, conjures up her effort. She must speak to him. Especially about one.

"There is a girl who looks remarkably like Lady Lambdadelta, though she says she is not Lambdadelta. She is also a Witch. Miss Satoko Hojo. I rather like her, to tell the truth," she says with a smile. "She's boistrous."

That's one dealt with.

"And... your sister, Ange."