Ocean's Breath Plateau Somewhere in Kingston

For a few days following her return, Marina rested and tended to her children. Yet her thoughts never truly left Dutch, nor the family that remained in his wake. She wondered after his children; the wife she'd never had the heart to meet.

It was her heart that drew her along Simbelmyne's path now, carrying the plucked carcass of a seabird.

Marina found her near the cliffs, pale and forlorn and — beautiful, yes, in spite of the frailty that clung to her like an old tattered gown. Her own soft silvered steps faded to a halt some distance away. She set her gift on the ground to offer a chuff of greeting. You're not alone, Marina wanted to tell her, but silence gripped her throat painfully. Instead she watched with soft eyes, and waited.