I see. So he is. Though he didn't enjoy my offer of regretful feelings for others to keep your carvings. He was in a mood, it felt, after everything.

[Both Sunday when he stormed off in a huff and the following week. Hm... There are many things she doesn't know what to make of Ish, no matter what or how much she hears.

The meeting revealed a few more things; perhaps Siffrin should know those. She listened quite carefully. Andrew files that thought away, for when she has a good sense of how he's feeling.]

There's a greenhouse there now... the grotto was one of us, I think.