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You, too, Blueberry whispered, nuzzling back. The two of them were stalwart against the icy oceanic winds, lone figures upon the mountain. What's happened? Did everyone. . .leave?

She was tempted to leave, too, to find others that called to her more fervently.

But the island called to her. And Heda called to her, to her surprise.

She stood firm, looking at the pale woman, wondering what she would say next.