"Would you throw that shell at Lorcan?" Anthony asks Lysander.
"Well, in a way, you're throwing your anger at him with your glares, and he can feel it, inside, just as he'd feel that shell if it struck his outsides."
"But I'd only just poured out all the ink!"
"Did your brother mean to tread upon your turrets?"
Luna, who's comforting Lorcan, smiles as Lysander's posture relaxes.
"I s'pose not."
"Then perhaps you should ask him to help you rebuild. I've 'boiling oil' enough for the entire summer."
As the boys run off, Luna takes Anthony's firm, warm hand.