"Aye. I know it," and it's a tad rueful, "well, I think.

"But all roads are worth it, too, I also think. If this is where they lead."

There's a compass in her lap and she slips it into her pocket again after a moment.

She doesn't really need it.

(Sometimes it's nice, though, to have something to hold on to and to tell you what you always knew.)





"Can I sit with you a while anyway?"