"I wish there was a way for you to have your consort. I was very lucky in that regard, as this island seems fit to send me everyone I've slept with at one point or another," Helen said, settling on the table with her back turned up to Phedre.

"I'm sure that Greg cares for you, though, no matter how much he might want to couch it in contempt. And I certainly care for you. You're very loved, Phedre."