Odd calls to odd, then. She wants to ask why he tried to escape-- was it that bad? It's not like Bede could send her letters. She'd always hoped it'd be better than at home, but then, well... she sets the thought aside. Nothing could be as bad as at home. Even if there were demons.

"Bede. He looked just like me-- twins-- but he was prettier." That was always the joke, anyway.