The apparition of Vodnik leaves Rowena's heart longing for all those she's lost. Behind her eyes, images of Vodnik, Circe, Macabre, Dances and Echo play behind her eyes. A single tear falls from her eye and gets lost in the sea water still soaking her cheek.

The next form that takes shape along the misty shore is not a ghost. At first, Rowena thinks it might be, but as he comes into view the substantiality of his form gives away his corporeal state. It's a stallion, and probably lead of the Ridge now, judging by the way he carries himself. Her dark eyes lock with his, and in them she finds some kind of understanding. For the first time in a long time she doesn't feel so alone. She's not the only one who sees the ghosts walking among them.

The stallion speaks. Even has he talks to all of them, his knowing gaze doesn't leave her own. Rowena stays quiet, but Osiris isn't the only one that speaks. Not every communication comes in the form of spoken word. Sometimes there is more to be said in the silence of a moment.

As Osiris offers up their daughter, Rowena doesn't protest. She would not usually allow her own child be traded like currency, but something about this arrangement feels right. There is something in Björn Rowena can't quite explain. There is a strange sense of familiarity with this near-stranger. It's like they've met before, maybe in another life. Perhaps it's intuition. Perhaps it's just the Ridge that feels so much like home. Whatever reason, Rowena knows their paths were meant to cross in some way.

Now that Rowena is home, she's here to stay.