No one else... it's both familiar and not. The loneliness is familiar, and so is the knowledge that she's the last of her sisters, the only Nightsister left. Growing up without the support of her coven and the legacy of generations of magick-wielding women just like her—that is unfamiliar, but no less sympathetic.

Her expression softens, and she nods her head in greeting. "I am Merrin. There were once many of us on Dathomir," she adds, her voice more subdued, "but now I am the last. We are the same."

No one else has powers like hers either.