Darerca's face twisted with contempt. She had suffered during the famine as well; her entire island's population had been cut by three quarters, but even when she had hated George, she never would have done that to him. She found the very idea revolting.
"No matter what he said, what happened in the past wasn't your fault. You didn't deserve this," she whispered. She reached out to pull him into another hug, if he was willing.