Miranda (thinking): . . . that Patrick’s much better now.

Bianca: Okay, turn it this way. Then do that for the next four.

Patrick: It’s done, Master! We made a chair!

Bianca: Good boy!

Now let’s give it a test run, so we can brag to Sparrow and Emma about how strong and non-collapse-y we made it.

Miranda (thinking): The words that Beings are written in are more than a Contract. They’re a Covenant.

Even though they can’t find healing and be whole on their own — not like us — the care of a good Master heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.