It's only too easy for her to not take him as literally as she perhaps should, the hint of a grin playing across her lips as she imagines five siblings, anything at all like Kol. Maybe if there'd been more than just Allie and Cassandra, there would have been far more threats of death, but with the possibility of that very thing always looming over her sister? They probably hadn't had the most traditional of relationships.

"One sister. Cassandra." A smile tries to work its way across her lips but it doesn't sit easily. Allie refocusing her gaze on the water as if its stillness will influence her. "We were best friends. She wasn't just my sister. She was... everything I ever wanted to be." There's no trace of jealousy, however, as she speaks but rather something closer to awe.

"She was smart and confident and beautiful and kind." A half-smile finally tugs at the corner of her mouth, the creases of anxiety smoothing out. "An overachieving know-it-all who was infuriatingly good at everything she ever did." Of course, they fought. They were sisters. There were some days when Allie wished that Cassandra would screw up just so she didn't have to feel like she could never measure up to anything she did and yet she was always her most vocal supporter. No matter how hard it got, no matter how pissed off she felt, no matter how long of a shadow Cassandra cast. Allie had always been there.

For one sweet moment, there's an aura of happiness that surrounds her as she conjures the image of her sister, but just as quickly it melts away. Sorrow and anger clashing with each other as the lines return to her forehead and Allie's gaze dips to her feet. Her arm wrapping tighter around her body.