Anne turned to look at him again and shook her head. "I'm sorry, darling. I can't. I don't know. But giving yourself to this... Calliope, letting her do that-" Anne sighed. "It's not helping you. You say you feel better, but you don't. You're reaching out for anything to hold onto. Anything that you think will make you feel better."
She looked at the ocean again. "Your lack of tattoo saddens you, it doesn't make you feel better."