Chéri’s eyes were gleaming as they saw the yarn getting tighter, turning into a fabric rather than a series of threads. It was a small form of magic and despite everything, Chéri had a lot of love for that sort of thing. They were ready to think about other things, but this time she asked the question more clearly. Chéri shrugged. I was in a relationship with a rich man that treated me very poorly, I let him bring me here because I was stupid, so I fled without a dime and this is the first place I got to that seemed far enough. What a terrible answer that would have been. How stunned could Anne turn out to be. Chéri would have not said that anyway. Chéri shrugged. “Sea. Pretty.” Eh. Close enough.