I knocked softly at the white door at the end of the hall on the second floor. While I might not have known which room Willow took, it was easy enough to guess where Daisy would put her. And, it appeared, I was right when movement inside answered, a soft voice responding.

"Who is it?" Definitely Willow.

"Fee," I said. "With some tea, if you'd like."

The door whipped open and she smiled, faint and sad, but welcoming. She immediately stepped aside, her ...