The tides move and flex, as he mentioned when we first became close. His tides and hers move wayward; My tides are circling dangerously. It seems neither of them has any concern for me as I did for each of them when they began to destroy each other. Offers of comfort and genuine concern are now tossed adrift as if they were so much ash-remnants from a once hearty hearth. I feel disposed of. When Synvasti inquired, I responded easily that the sea was my only comfort in this time. I caught the sound of the crier's voice finally today, from my distant shore. I hurried to the site, tossing powder around as if I had some justice to do so. I was of minimal help. I am adrift...and perhaps I should have always stayed so.