'A PROPER SISTER OF THE CARNIVAL,' He praises her. His fondness is washed out to paleness by the waves of fear it sounds through, but he thinks at least, it does sound through.

'HE HAS ONE MORE SECRET TO SHARE WITH SHE. THE NAMELESS SISTER WHAT ALL HAS PROVEN AGAIN THERE IS FAMILY IN THE CARNIVAL. THAT SHE IS MOTHERFUCKING FAMILY. IT IS A NAME.' He pauses, then, 'KURLOZ MAKARA. IT IS TO BE KEPT BETWEEN YOU AND I. BETWEEN ONLY THE CLOSEST AND WORTHY OF THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S OWNSELF. BUT IT IS A SECRECT HE WISHES HER TO KNOW, IN GESTURE OF HIS GRATITUDE FROM AN INITIATE TO HIS SISTER.'

He makes the wisp of shadow bow, as he would.