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Sialuk had seen hearts mend that she had thought were broken beyond repair. If he persisted, he would find peace someday. It may be many winters ahead, but she would say prayers for his spirit to find calm once more. Rodyn explained that his village had taught him no rite of death. Not only this, but he shunned the traditions of his home. Sialuk did not think this was a good way to view his birth village, but she made no outward display of this thought. Now was not the time or the place to scold a man for discarding traditions.

He wished to sing the songs for his wife as the rest of her family did, and Sialuk nodded. When the babes are old enough—and ready to return to the shore—I will come with you, teach you the songs so that we both may guide the pieces of her that may still live in our hearts. She thought of the bone that lay with her sister now, the piece that would always be with her in the land of the dancing lights. But there was more Sialuk wished to give, and it was through singing the songs that it would be possible.