"Hey," she answers, lifting her face from Chang's fur. Her eyes are still dry, but she doesn't feel numb, she feels angry and sad and guilty. In her lap, she can feel the corners of the box pushing into her leg, but she doesn't move it yet. She's almost embarrassed by it, like she shouldn't have taken it from his hut.

"You already know, don't you?" she asks. The way he's talking to her, she figures he has to.