[What a strange story. How beautiful, how unique. Berna looks at him again and her expression is complex but soft. Compassionate.]

... I believe you.

[So many centuries ago, before her time a star fell to the earth sleeping, lying on wait. Right when she hit a century in age did the witch find that star, now a malevolent crystal, form it into something else, and gave it another purpose.

How fortuitous. How odd and wonderful her personal discoveries and encounters can still be.]

What a tragedy it must be, to be below while yearning for the above. But I hope you've had your joy along with sorrow.

I hope that this time with me is not so dull.