"I'm not crying!" Ylva insists, scrubbing tears away with both hands. "I am sad that my - that my mother died. It's sad that my father spent so long not knowing. But I will never regret my mum raising me! I don't care what she says!" She glares at Inric afresh. "Nobody could've been a better mum!" Almost anybody else on the island would have been a better person to tell that to. Inric can't quite keep himself from smiling. "Perhaps you should be telling her that," he says. Ylva looks away with a pout. "She'll be cross with me for eavesdropping." Then before he can say anything else, she jumps up and starts back towards the cavern. "I know, I know!"