know I am an imperfect substitute for whoever you have lost. But we are both alone, and I think we could help each other. Sorrows can be shared, as easily as games of Go.” She reached for Emily’s hand, and she got down on one knee. “I would like to propose to you. Leave Foglands. Come to Verdant Valley.” “Do you mean marriage?” “It doesn’t have to have a name,” Daedalus said. “It can have a name if you want it to have a name.”
