"I know that, Silver. I was just pointing it out, since I don't readily look at my own ears." She laughed running her fingers lovingly through her sister's hair as she thought, but then their mother's voice filled the room and Cal didn't have time to respond to the pictures anymore. Releasing Silver, Callan turned around to see Asteria standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. 

"I can't ask Silver to do that. And I'm not living in Four. Silver needs to stay with Zale." Callan said calmly, as she moved to sit on a nearby bar stool that stood by the window. "Mother, listen. We're eighteen... I'm going to have child of my own, I'm not a little kid anymore. Silver is a big girl and can take care of herself. And if she couldn't Zale is with her. I need to be with Carver."