"...But a gift's gone from our hands once it's given, and who are we to dictate what use it's put to?"

"Well chopping it up and setting fire to it shouldn't be acceptable either," Fern snips back at Myr, automatically defensive of the place where she and Sina spent so much of their time together before she fell ill. Myr's tone wounds her in a way she hadn't expected, and she folds her skinny arms over her chest and draws nearer to Nari, turning her eyes towards the shadows.