"I hope they go to where they have sought, where their lives have pointed them." She had met hot-fleshed aliens who spoke longingly of an afterlife that was eternal ice and cooling winds.

She smiled a little sadly. "I have made myself busy: looking for information, sharing what skills I have. I have not found it easy to pray, though. Perhaps it is just that I fear I will not be heard, which is foolish. She of the Eight Wings is here between the worlds, surely. She will not have forgotten me, or any of us."