Perhaps he is a better person than Anne, then, since though she did not kill anyone, it was not for lack of trying. Her hand lifts to dig against the belly of her bodice, then the breast, broken nails dragging against the fine fabric in mimicry of her behavior on the ship. Absently, while staring up at the ceiling.

"Her name was Ib?" Anne had collected as many names as she could through her sources, unable to visit the graveyard herself just yet. "I will pray for her swift return. Though perhaps we can hope she has been returned home instead."