While Frank tends to Greda’s passing, Brekke makes Siv sit down. “That was a foolish move, Siv. Riding a dinosaur....” The girl can easily detect her mother’s poorly concealed pride. Brekke smoothed Siv’s hair, murmuring, “Now sleep for a little while, daughter...you’ll feel better when you wake.” She kisses the girl’s forehead, casting Heatherbalm.