You're not alone here. Your sisters aren't here, which is better for them than for you, but still. The only way to get through a place like this is with alliances.

[ She should take her own advice, but you know what, that's not the point here. Still, she's heard over and over how she can't do anything if she doesn't go along with some of it. And for her, without Nick, without Ambrose, she has no idea how she'd get through this terrible city. The other friends she has are invaluable too, but at the beginning, if she'd been totally alone...she doesn't want to think about that.

She purses her lips when she realises Prudence is looking at her neck, but it's not like she could have hidden it. She notices Prudence doesn't have the same predicament. She's not thrilled by that; it's something the other witch can and will probably hold over her.

She steps away from the touch, but she keeps her chin up, defiant as ever. ]

No one, Prudence. It's a mutual arrangement to keep us from getting arrested. No one owns me.