"You can rewrite a life?" he asked, his smile heavy with irony...
"No one can do that," she answered softly, aware of what he meant but unwilling to descend into his levity. "But we can give it a different meaning." She paused, and then in frustration said, "Because I'm mortal, and sometimes we need each other. We aren't perfect, and we aren't always smart, but we're what we have.
"Sometimes," she added, looking at Severn, who stood a little ways off, "it's enough."
