They'll get there - Yvaine can't particularly ignore the call of home either, as far away and impossible as it is. It's lovely here, but the skies aren't the same.

She rolls her eyes with a mild grin, "We shall."

It's warmer now - far more pleasant - and she accepts his hand gratefully, though she doesn't precisely need to lean quite so much anymore.

"How many sisters do you have?"

It isn't a question of whether one has sisters - people obviously have sisters - it's just a matter of degree.