She shudders and splits like a station that can't hold its signal; this time her eyes are wide, and sad, and young. Blue is reminded that no matter how many centuries older Aggie is, and how much growing she's done, she's still a child. She was killed when she was one.

She can feel tears sting her eyes, fearful and close to the surface with loss, but also just deeply sad and scared for Aggie. "Let me take some of it," she says, reaching out and trying, her best, to imagine herself a mirror. A tree, breathing in Agatha's power and sinking it into her roots, breathing out calm. "We can share it."

Sinking all that power... into Cabeswater.

"We can put it into something else. It won't make everything go away, I know that, but we can get through it. You can. I won't let you get lost in this, I won't leave or get scared. You have to trust me. Please."