The Loveblind Bird kisses the tops of the waves.
“I can’t believe he’s gone,” mutters See Me.
The Princess Leaves pulls a blanket around his shoulders. “There wasn’t anything you could have done,” she says. “They’ll follow us–that’s the only explanation for the ease of our escape. But that’s only because he left them no other choice.”
See Me shakes his head. The Princess touches his cheek. Then his ear.
Dog Shouting is at the cabin door, unnoticed; she watches for a moment before she raps the frame.
“We’re not out of this yet,” she says, with hard blue eyes.