She can lie here and it would be so easy, but she's struck knowing that the way this island operates, it will hurt her. So instead of lying, she'll only unleash a half truth. "My son." She manages a tight smile. "Who isn't here." It's for the best, she tells herself every day, it's safer for him, but it's torture for her.

"Do you want something to drink? I can just get Trixa to bring us something. The perks of working here means I do know the tricks of the trade," she jokes, trying to take the conversation off what she's just told him.