Whitefish River last week, i realized i crave pity

She supposed the question shouldn't surprise her, given that he was kind of their brother and all. But she still looked a little taken aback, and paused a moment to think. Looking back. . .and she did have to look a ways back.

Prevost—well, she went away a while ago. I don't remember her very well, but we were never close. Paused again, the bitterness of that early departure rising in her throat, and then more as she thought of her sole brother. Peregrine, kind of the same. Never got along, really. He seemed. . .angry. At least the last time I saw him.

But then, she was angry, too. Blueberry had harbored this simmering resentment since they'd left the island.

Her face lightened when she thought of Vesper, though there was no denying the sadness that lay heavy in the depths of her gaze. Vesper took care of me. We stuck together. She's my big sister—strong and brave.

Was she all right, wherever she was? She had to be, just had to.