"It's your toy," Merry said, pressing the bag into his hands. "This is for you. I'm sorry I didn't have time to make it pretty." Poor Henry, he looked so tired and miserable! She still couldn't understand what had happened with Iestyn. All Henry had said was that they were both happy together, but they had to break up, which— those things didn't go together, they were opposites, it didn't make sense.