"Oh, you do look a wreck. Much like Charlie in her fit after Heaven and nearly dooming everyone she loved," Alastor chuckled, rolling onto his belly and kicking his legs in amusement.

"Sniveling, crying - well, she'd been tugging her hair for lack of feathers. But for however much she'd made a mess of things, a little trip to Cannibal Town got her right back on course," he explained, fiddling with the pin end of the feather he'd picked, working it open carefully so it could have an ink tip placed inside later.

"You Morningstars just need someone to pull them to their feet to make another attempt with a new plan."