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Edam tugged Winters away from the milling crowds, picking a room entirely at random. When she went to a real museum, she researched everything ahead of time and created a detailed itinerary, scheduling out their entire day beforehand, so there was no dillydallying or indecision about where to go or what to do next. However, this was not a regular museum, and also, Winters was there. She hadn't realized until she'd laid eyes on her that she simply had not expected Winters to show up - after the trauma that had brought her to their door not that long ago, Edam had just...assumed that Winters would be taking a bit of a break for a while.

But, Winters was still part of their family, and their family didn't ever stay down for long.

"How are you feeling?" Edam asked, anxious eyes searching Winters' face for signs of distress beyond the distress that naturally came with 'alien museum'. "Are you..." Edam paused, seeming to realize what room she'd taken them to for the first time.

"Woah," she breathed, eyes going wide. "What...is this place?" Edam didn't havet he answer, and didn't expect Winters would either, but it was enough to momentarily distract her from her elder-cousin angst. "I've...never seen anything like this in my life."

Edam shrugged wordlessly, taking a step or two away from Winters to get a little closer to the - whatever it was. "I have no idea," she admitted. "This is...incomprehensible," Edam continued, eyes widening as she kept looking around, kept finding new symbols, new shapes. New--sounds, even? Edam looked up reflexively, looking for the source of the noise, and didn't find it.

"A clock, maybe?" Edam suggested, taking another step or two into the room, her attention completely fixated on the giant floating thing in the center of the room. "But there's no...numbers..." Edam frowned. "How is this here? Why is this here?" Edam looked back at Winters.

She might be her baby cousin, but sometimes - the Youth saw things differently. Not always better, but differently. If she was here - why did she have to be here, she hadn't even told them she'd be coming! - Edam should at least try and see what she thought about it all.

"What do you think?"

Edam blinked in surprise, jolted back to reality by the acidic tone in Winters' voice. Um, ouch?? Edam crossed her arms in return and pursed her lips, recovering quickly, and arched an eyebrow at Winters.

"Yeah, you got me. That was a convoluted way of telling you to go home." Edam snorted. "It's not all about you, Winters. I was just asking." Edam sighed and dropped her arms.

"You clearly do belong here, because...well, you're here. You're powered. I can't help that part, so what I can do is try and help you be the safest, most powerful Sailor Winters you can be, because--because you know, now, people can get hurt. You can get hurt. Really badly. You know people can die doing this - and not just civilians, either. Just because we're powerful doesn't mean we're unstoppable or immortal or untouchable when we're like this." Edam hesitated a moment, then moved to sit down on one of the small benches, doing her best to diffuse the tension, because man she really did not want to get into a McCaffrey screaming match right here, right now.

"You can't ask me not to worry about you, Winters. I worry about you because I love you. I worry about Blarney because I love him. You think I'm obnoxious about you going out, you should have seen me when Blarney first started, before I was even powered up." Edam snorted lightly. "I was--I was not my best self, but I also...I don't think anyone can blame anyone else for wishing that their family wasn't involved in this. It's dangerous, and if anything happened to you..." Edam trailed off and chewed the inside of her bottom lip.

"You only just reappeared in our life, Winters. I was so happy to see you, you have no idea--I've missed having another girl around so much." Edam wrinkled her nose - Blarney was great and all, and so was Halia, but...

Edam had missed her. Missed how they'd been when they actually got to see each other. It was just another reason to be annoyed at her family, that they kept them apart. Edam sighed and dropped her gaze, staring at the floor for a long few minutes, before she looked back up at her cousin.

"What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do? 'Cause not worrying when you come home talking about a bug that tried to take your head off is not an option. I'm sorry, it's just not. I care about you, and that's what you do when people you care about are in dangerous situations."

Winters said a lot of words. A lot of words. And Edam knew that eventually she would process the rest of them, but at the moment, in the moment, her brain had caught on just the one word:

Jealous.

"I'm sorry?" Edam said, rising, color coming to her cheeks. "Did you just--jealous? Of you?" Edam didn't know whether to slap her, shake her, or find some ancient inter-galactic bit of whatever to slingshot directly into her head, for all the good it would do her.

"I am not jealous of you, Winters. I wouldn't trade being me for being you for anything in the world. I wouldn't go back to being your age if they paid me." Did Winters know? She couldn't know. She couldn't possibly know that for their entire lives, the twins had been so, so alone, and now, for the first time ever - they had friends. They had people they could trust. Edam might have hated this whole thing for the danger it put her friends and family in, but the worst day since Mason became Blarney was still a much better day than pretty much any other day that came before it.

"Even accusing me of that is so immature. You don't even listen--I don't care about your magic! I'll get my own, or I won't, and that's fine, I don't care! This isn't a flipping game, Winters, and I guess it's going to take more than a demon missing your carotid artery by inches for you to get--"

Edam paused. Blinked. Words - processed, skipping the middle and going straight to the end, echoing in her brain like a cymbal in her ears. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Did you say that--that the person who had the bug--he's here? Now? Who? Where? Which one?" Edam demanded, starting toward Winters as if to grab her by the arms. She stopped herself, groaned, rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and instead darted toward the door, peering out of it surreptitiously before she shut it, firmly.

"Having this stupid fight," Edam hissed as she returned to her cousin, "could put us both in danger, because we were talking about being family, and now any of those people, especially the one that you already fought with could use that against us! They could go after Blarney to hurt me, and hurt me to go after you, and vice versa. We have to be careful."

Edam came to a stop in front of Winters, eyes searching hers beseechingly. "I don't want to fight with you, Winters, I really don't. I'm--" more words buffered, and Edam deflated a bit, "--I'm really glad you've been working hard and training. That's really good and really important. I'm--I'm proud of you for that. That's really good." She wanted to say something in her defense - deny what she'd said to her brother, or say that Winters had misunderstood--how had she even heard that conversation, she was out like a light--or something, but Edam had said it, and meant it, and she wouldn't stand there and lie to her baby cousin.

It was just that she also meant that really, none of them should be out fighting the forces of evil. As advanced in years as 18 felt compared to 15, they were all just kids, and none of them were soldiers.

Edam let out a sigh and shrugged helplessly. "I'm not jealous of you. I don't even know why you would think that, but--I'm not. I'm glad you're practicing, and I'm glad you're getting stronger. I just want you to be safe, Winters. That's all."