Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

She winced at the shake of his head, seeing the expression darken his face, his eye. Sucking in a low, deep breath, she closed her own eyes for a long moment, pondering what to say next. She couldn't imagine losing her memory of all that came before--it was the very foundation of her existence. How did one build a life from scratch? Even with all the terrible events that had transpired. . .something was better than nothing.

"You almost fell into the Void," Maegi remarked, accepting his embrace, her lips near his ear. "So did I, once. But we both lived--we both escaped. Sithis did not want us, yet." Icy pinpricks crept up her spine, little spiders made of snow. One by one did they march, marking her as the spiderling she once was--the spiderling she always would be. Sithis felt good on her tongue, felt good and right. Even here, in the land of the sun and surf. The Father was here: the Father was everywhere.

She pulled back, a newfound respect entering her gaze. "Death came for us, and yet here we are," the girl whispered, her lips parting in an odd sort of half-smile. "We're special, Teamouse. Blessed by Mephala, even by Sithis himself." The words rolled off her tongue like raindrops before she could even stop to think of their meaning. Did she sound ridiculous and raving? Perhaps, to him.

Did he care?