[ Her hand moves groggily, carefully, sweeping back the fine black strands off his brow, fussing almost. ]

Then we are well met. Damned to damned.

[ She is no better than he is. There can be no undoing what she has done, and she knows truly, that must be why she is not at one with the Sea, as she should be. ]

I suppose that leaves me then. [ She leans forward, carefully, slowly, and kisses his brow in a soft surety. A careful, slow, benediction. ] I shall know your heart's secret, for when you cannot.