Moonsong Glacier a tear in the membrane

Peregrine's cry brought all the ones she'd lost in life to the forefront of her mind, and tears welled up in her own eyes. How would have she reacted, if they had come to her as ghosts? 

Though many times, she had fervently wished for that very thing.

I've passed on, Peregrine, Maegi explained somberly. I was sick, five or six seasons ago, and it took my life.

And I don't know why I've returned, now. But she would make the most of it, for however long it lasted.

Vesper and Blueberry live on the island, she continued. I've not seen Prevost. And Mou. . .

She shook her head, not expecting Peregrine to know the whereabouts of his uncle—his erstwhile father. What mattered was that the young man was here. . .and hate no longer colored his words toward her.

Oh, I love you so, Maegi whispered, smiling. You've grown up so well.