Noble stood on his toes to look where she pointed, although he could see the windowsills anyways. Daff was going to have her own flat. She was going to have more agency, more privacy, than she'd ever had in her life — certainly more than Noble had.

He missed her, suddenly, and fervently. He missed her, and he wished that he could actually talk to her. Not on the street, but actually, without people listening. He felt like he was swimming through mud, like he was stuck, ever since she left him. And he didn't want her back because he didn't deserve her, but — of course he wanted her back.

There was an odd, lengthy pause — he was stuck looking at the windows for longer than he should have. "Do you have any ideas?" he asked. "Something on Daffodil might be nice, because it's you, not the whole family."

He was in awe of her, and he only caught glimpses of her life now.

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