She composed herself as much as she could, kissing his forehead. It wasn't hard to manuever him. And the least she could do was take his pain from him. He laid cradled in her lap. Her arms wrapped around him. "It's beautiful where you go, little spider. I promise you. Just remember. I'll always love you."
A voice cleared. Three, in fact. The Fates sat, three threads in front of them. One was an odd pink and gold threaded together. The others two were simple white. "A tragic story woven can yet be untangled. Blood paid, life paid. It can be re-made. Three choices." Came the three voices of Maiden, Mother and Crone.