( No easier work on the other end. Yes, Tykhe is stubborn and contrary, but Cassandra, it emerges, either never gained or has since surrendered the ways of trust. She is skittish, shuddering, fast to retreat and difficult to coax. He calls to her, repeatedly and kindly, until — like a rabbit — she barely negotiates a few steps forward, and he must pause every now and then to ask again, again, again.

Finally — finally — the two women are brought nearly face to face. Cassandra screams her greetings, unheard, yet mute. Tykhe does not see her, stolen eyes somehow... futile.

It strikes Lan Wangji that the true tragedy of these sisters may be, they cannot reconcile even in the face of such obvious reunion. And to think he wastes hours, days with a beloved brother, never treasuring the privilege of their chance to come together again, at any time they so choose.

He takes the hand of one, then of the other — and connects them, waiting.

Somehow, they know each other. Somehow, they pull one another into embrace. Somehow, Lan Wangji feels... less gladdened than aggrieved, weighed down. And to Jacob: )

...come. Let us unmake Cassandra's sleeping place and see them rest by each other. ( So that they might never have to hunt again. )