It hadn’t, not really, but it’s all she has to offer, the only comfort she can think to give.

“That’s why they’re so protective,” she murmurs, after a moment. “‘Bert and Alain especially. They thought I were safe, where they left me. And they couldn’t - when it happened - they couldn’t get there, not in time, ye ken.”

“And it’s why- the season, I mean. It’s only the memory, sometimes. I kennit it’s not the same, but sometimes…”

Susan shrugs. “They’re building a bonfire-stack already, down near the ocean beach, someone is. I don’t - I don’t go near.”