Ankyra Sound Judah sees a ghost

A touch: an understanding, and a name she has to bestow: Blossom. Ripe, bright, it speaks life into his mouth with the curl of a smile and a little joy that leaps in his irregular eyes, which look into the features of her face, still softened by childhood.

The boy has a name, too, though he cannot speak it, and if he could he would not call himself “praised”, but as the one doing the praising.

An ineffable quiver of his nose is given, a gesture that would not strain his weakened condition, but that communicated, if only in a small way, his pleasure to meet Blossom!