"Of course I do be being okay." She pulled a face at him, but her hearts not in it. Not when it feels raw, like his words had found a crack in the armour she held around herself.

But then his words, he would be her friend no matter what? Really? She's not sure she believes that. No one could say something like that. Not when he has no idea what she might say.

There was no such things as unconditional friends. She is pretty sure he has just made that up.

But he hadn't hated her when she had stabbed him and he was always so... So Peter. Could she?

Could she tell him anything? Not everything, of course. But she remembered what Alice said, it was okay to confide in people, but probably not to tell one person everything.

She was silent for a moment, staring at the hammock. "I did no never be telling you before, but it did no always be being just me." She glanced at him, drew her legs up to her chest.

"I did be having a sister. A twin." She'd learned that word, "She did be looking just like me."