Corvo watches the line of her mouth trace 'our flickerbird' with reverence and amusement both, and heat swells in his cheeks as he stares out the window and pretends not to listen.

"That sounds like Corvo," she says, guiding Jamie to a fine table. "Is this something you want, Jamie? To be here, in this world? We have our problems, but I cannot guarantee a life of adventure. Not like what Corvo has told me."