"Vengeance is for the living, Theodore, the dead only want to rest." Rowan laid a hand on his arm again, then offered a small smile. "Make a soul whole again and you can send it onward or at the very least.. give it peace. That's why I come here with flowers." She paused, watching him, then slowly took his hand where he touched his chest, unknowing what he touched but believing perhaps his heart simply hurt.
"We ought go back to the village," she said gently, "You ought walk me there. It isn't safe to wander alone. Come on."