“You’re Maren’s daughter,” Winter replied. “You’ll come with us if you want it. We wouldn’t ever leave a person trapped in a place anyway. Not who hadn’t harmed us.”
She looked up. She seemed so surprised.
“You’ll let me come with you?”
“The Singsong is the safest place for you,” Isidor said. “Nobody boards her but that we know it. We won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“You’re not a screecher, Soule,” Winter said. “We’re sorry we called you that, sorry we hurt you. You don’t have to stay here alone.”
It was going to be tricky. They couldn’t keep her in their cabin for obvious reasons, and they couldn’t exactly drop her off at a port either. They’d have to keep her in the hold, make a place for her, keep her secret. Find somewhere on land she could be, eventually, where she’d be safe. Whereve
