Silverlight Terrace reduced to nothing

Blackwater, she repeated, tasting the word on her tongue. She thought it a strange name, but she knew her own was strange in its own right to some ears. He did not offer to continue the conversation, and Sialuk did not wish to pry.

I shall be going, Keeper. My mother waits for me. And she wished to read the bones in private before returning, though she did not voice that aloud. There was no reason to make him feel as though he were particularly unwelcome to such a thing, even if he were.