Sadie had kept to themselves a little since the battle. The look in their eyes was a little distant, and they'd often curled up in their room, talking mostly to Ignacio and Michelangelo if anyone.

They were alive, though. They were processing that fact, a little at a time. They'd started coming downstairs more, to eat meals, to sit on the couch some more where they'd lived for a few months, to smile at the others.

This time, though, they came to seek out Luke directly.

They'd been thinking about the wedding, of course. Michelangelo had explained everything to Luke himself, of course, and Sadie had talked to Ignacio first, and then the rest of the family.

There was one person whose blessing they realized they wanted, though.

"Um, Luke," they asked softly, sitting down cross-legged on the couch next to him. "Would it be okay if I talked to your ancestor?"

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