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It is good to see your face, Rodyn, she said, knowing his smile was merely an automatic response rather than an emotional one. It will be a long time before your spirit mends. How did your birth village honor the dead? she asked. When he and her sister had joined their lives, they had joined their cultures, too. It was not only the way of the moon villages, but also the way of their lovers that they would respect. Surely he knew of the nine death songs that would be sung for his wife and daughter, but Sialuk wished to know that Rodyn's grief was mended in his own way, too.

And if he did not know the ways of his people? Or if his people did not have a way to bring their darkened spirits to peace? Perhaps he could join her when she sang her own songs for sistraa when the children returned to the coast. It had soothed her own spirit all those years ago, and she knew it would do the same when the time came for her to mourn properly.