"Our Lord sends his regards for a job well done," Sister pulled them both apart before helping them to their feet, "Though I believe he’ll be a bit preoccupied and unable to congratulate you both. You’re to rest up, and await your next orders." The woman turned to fix Bellatrix with a stare, something dark twisting up from beneath her eyes, "It’s good to have the real you back, though I must say that you transplant makes for charming," she bit her lip and gave Hermione a look that spoke to their attempts to make a twisting knot instead of a branch along the Family Tree, "and  enthusiastic  company, almost as much as you."