Hideaway Strath too soon

Arturo doesn’t speak as Hemlock ponders aloud, but is glad that Hemlock agrees with his desire to go to the Coast. She does not want forests and Arturo holds a well nurtured hatred for mountains ( or anything resembling one, in all honesty ). The coast is their only hope. Preferably an island. Somewhere far away from the mainland. Of course, that brought with it it’s own hazards but at this point in their lives what was left that they had not already lost in some capacity or another? They’d lost Lotte, lost children, lost their home …and as for minds Arturo’d already lost it once. It was not such a far cry from losing it again. He gets to work digging out a grave, shoveling dirt from the earth, taking up pent up rage and pain and grief and channeling it into his digging.