So Jane was laying in his lap, her small body almost lost in the coat he'd wrapped her in, sucking her fingers and snuffling faintly in her sleep as he tried to row without waking her.

Did he say it was too late for her to be out here? Yes, Luke was pretty certain he had. At least twice.

Did he say he could patrol the sea around the island himself? Yes, Luke was pretty certain he had. At least twice.

Had he failed to put any conviction into any stricture? That was none of anybody's business, thank you very much.

And so Jane slumbered on, lulled by the gentle rocking of the boat, and Luke supposed he wasn't overly sorry he'd let his sister join him.

Not that he needed the company, thank you. He was perfectly fine on his own.

But the waves didn't nestle up to him like Jane did.

So maybe it was all right.