"I cannot be alive," Siggy said, shaking her head. "I was in the water. I saw..." She trailed off, thinking of Thyri again. Her daughter was years dead, but she had been with Siggy there on the ice as if she had never died of plague. As if she was there to accompany Siggy.
"My daughter," she said, her fingers tightening on the blanket. "Where is my daughter? Where is Thyri?"