[The feathers, warm and soft and pretty much all around her, are definitely a reprieve from how cold and stony she felt. Norma finds them very, very comforting - possibly because the sense reminds her of Marco now. Regardless of the reasoning, she closes her eyes and wraps around her brother as much as she can, snuggling into those pretty, blue feathers.]
Not your fault. [You've got nothing to apologize for, silly.]
[THAT NIGHT]
Not your fault. [You've got nothing to apologize for, silly.]