Pavetta hears the gasp and turns, a book of fairy tales in her hand. She is about to ask what's wrong when she sees her, really truly sees the girl, and goes still in shock. She knows those eyes. Those are her eyes. And she knows that face. She's seen her, before.

She had looked up, from her young daughter lying in her bed... to see this girl. As surely as she had been standing in the room with them. And she knows. Had known then, deep in her heart, who she was. And her heart aches.

Her hand covers her mouth. "Cirilla?"