"That would be nice," she says, shifting after a moment to slowly put her shoulder against Darras. "If we stole an eluvian and installed it in the root cellar we could be here every day." That would be nice, too. In some respects; less in others.

While he was outside, Rosana returned from her tour of the property and hopped up into the sill to curl up against Yseult's knee. She scratches gently behind the cat's ears. "How does it all look? Is the well in order?"