I was nodding, though I didn't trust my voice, not at first. Instead I waited for a few moments, then pushed away from the wall where I was standing and went to crouch in front of Beverly and Eddie where they were sitting on the last step. I wanted to do something, I wanted to be able to comfort them, to be comforted in return, but I had never done this with anyone else before. The grief of losing my loved ones had always been mine alone, something shared by no one else on the Island and certainly not Peter, so my mourning had always been quiet. Private. This was the first time anyone else I knew had ever been hurt over the same thing I was.

I didn't know what to do.

I just sat there, my arms over my knees, looking at the ground between the three of us. Then I said, "I can carve something. Into a stone or some wood. If you want me to." It wouldn't be the first time I had done something like that. I knew how to make it look nice.