Yeah, dwelling on mistakes kind of blocks out the rest of the world. It's a bad way to live, I.M.O. Like walking with your eyes shut in a busy street.

[Part of her wants to pat the jackal reassuringly. The other part of her feels like touching a god without being invited to do so is a good way to get cursed. Or at least bit. Gobbet sits on her hands to prevent temptation from winning out.]

You keep the water from swallowing up the island, don't you?