“Yeah,” Ilda admits with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of her head. “He’s a doofus, but...” She swallows the lump that’s suddenly formed in her throat. “We have a little sister, too.”

She’s relieved when Nita shifts the subject, and she grins again. “We can start with the roof, then! Since, you know, it’s right above our heads. Then the Turtle’s Head. Maybe introduce you to a few people along the way?”

She gestures that they head back the way they came, indicating the stairwell on the far corner. “Up we go!”