“Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again.

She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway.

But she regretted not knowing the Crochan's name. She regretted not knowing who the new cloak on her shoulders had belonged to-where she had come from, how she had lived.

Somehow, even though her long life had been gone for ten years...

Somehow, that regret made her feel incredibly, heavily mortal.”