"It's been...up and down lately. I gave up the farm, when Eddie left. The beehives were moved to the temple yard. If you can ask Serranai if the little blue flowers that make the calm honey could bloom there this year, I'd appreciate it. I think Degas will like the flowers themselves, too."

He lingers close to her, so he doesn't need to speak above a mere murmur.

"He seems determined to break his own heart again."