"Thank you, love," she says, voice quiet. "I don't know that they will ever heal completely."

"They had survived the dreadful storm, the wreck of their ship, only to wash up on the tiny island of volcanic rock on which I was first incarnated. It seems to me still a cruel fate."

"Elihu might be right in that they would have probably died anyway of thirst, starvation, or exposure, but even so..."