Lake Rodney little boy blue and the man in the moon

Sarnai admittedly wasn’t paying much attention to the world around her until the woman (Bridget? Very interesting name) spoke to her again.

Slowly her head arched back like the neck of the swan, eyes finding the two again as she cleaned her mouth before speaking, clearing her throat as the last of the meat she’d been slowly consuming as they spoke slid to rest in her stomach.

...to stay? She questioned in a whisper, before falling silent, mulling it over. After a moment, she nodded, slowly at first, then more rapidly, chewing on her inner cheek.

Yes. One was the loneliest number, and Sarnai didn’t want to be one anymore.