"My parents died when I was sixteen," Mathea says, still staring at the horizon. "After Arvid left and Eidys died, I was alone. Except for Ylva. We left the village and travelled, and..." She takes a breath, carries on. "It was so hard. Hard to be alone. Hard not to have roots, to have someone on my side. I don't want Ylva to go through that. I want her to have a family because she is the best thing that ever happened to me. She has to make her own decisions, but I don't want her to regret them." She looks up at Inric, almost in defiance, although he hasn't said anything. "I just want her to be happy!" "Perhaps you should be telling her that," Inric suggests, just as he had to Ylva only a few days earlier.