Blackwater Islands gave myself in that misty light

You're lucky, then, she remarked. Once, she had thought it was a choice. She had picked Jaes and shut everything else out, and it had worked for a while. A shabby dam built up against rising water. All well, until it all grew to great heights, and then. . .

The dam had broken. When? She couldn't pinpoint it, exactly.

How could one find the first fracture in a broken bit of glass?

She rested her cheek against the ground and closed her eyes. I'm tired, Maegi murmured. Thank you, Bridget.

A dismissal if there ever was one, but sleep did not come. Not immediately, anyway. It never did.