Reaching down and around the leg of the couch, Summer fumbled and clicked a switch, lighting up the room with webs of fairy lights all round the walls. “I think I have it covered,” she laughed. “I’m not Christian, you know, this is the return of the light, for me. I would say Festival of Lights, but the Jews have snapped that one up.” Helios, sprawled on the floor, blinked his blue eyes open, and the lights reflected in starry points in them.