Willow watched Keely welcoming Sybil to their family, and felt a sense of rightness in her chest as she observed the two. She looked over at Master, and could see him watching the pair intently, his eyes no longer as cold, his face no longer as imposing. Keely looked over her shoulder at her, her dark eyes gentle, and Willow smiled softly.

She walked up and stood opposite of Keely, looking down at Sybil, taking in the beautiful lines of her face and body with her gaze. She ran a finger down her cheekbone, feeling how smooth her skin was, how relaxed and pliant she seemed even though she was stretched taut on the table. She knew, deep inside, that Sybil had surrendered to Master. She smiled at her, blue eyes locking on blue, holding her gaze, willing Sybil to see that there was no ill-will to be had between them, that they were family now, bound together by Master's will and Master's desires.

“Master,” she asked softly, not taking her eyes away from Sybil’s face, “May I welcome our sister home with a kiss?”