Each smiling girl felt like a breath of fresh air, their faces held respect, admiration, their energy made her stronger. And she wouldn't let go of Cordelia's hand, as if the contact was the only thing assuring her this wouldn't disappear.
The Supreme sat beside her by the dining table, took her hair away from her cheek, watched as she ate; as unwilling to let the swamp witch go as the other was.
"I should have known," Misty said, eyeing Goode, who tilted her head.
"That it was you. You're amazing, I should have known you were the Supreme."
"I didn't know it myself," observed the headmistress.
"Still," she smiled, squeezed the smaller blonde's hand, "I can feel it, you know? These girls adore you. I'm happy we are in good hands."
"And I'm happy to have you back. I've missed you forever."
"Well, you might not get rid of me so soon, I'm sure my cabin must look like hell by now."
"Not really," answered the headmistress, earning a raised eyebrow, "Zoe told me about it. It's a bit different from when you left it, but it's a good place to stay if you wish to go there."
"You didn't have to."
"I did anyway," said Goode, "All you have to do is let me know when you want to go there and I'll have someone drive you."
"Thank you," she beamed, "But I'm fine for now. I'd prefer not to be alone so soon."
Cordelia caressed her knuckles, "You don't have to be, I'm here with you for as long as you want me to be."
Misty entwined their fingers, "Might take a while, then. I like the company."
The Supreme kissed the younger woman's head, "Go on, finish your food."