Rowena slept little throughout the night, waking often through nervous anticipation. She is already awake when Osiris stirs, and the first light of day bids them to start a journey anew.

The black mare leads the way, across water and onto a rocky shore. Everything about this island and the mountains that rise from the sea like teeth bring familiar feelings. Feelings of grief, joy, anger, and self hatred war within her, intensifying as they climb ashore. Rowena's heart races in her chest, and the breath is squeezed from her lungs by the hands of inner turmoil.

Rowena says nothing in response to Osiris, and neither does she shake the water from her coat. She stands very still, dripping, and soaking the ground beneath her. Wide eyes scan the horizon. Her ears hear the wind carry whispers of Vodnik's voice, and her eyes see his ghost standing among the trees.