[When he comes up for air, he sighs.]

I wouldn’t be the first to put the berries in my mouth, not knowing the place. Berries, mushrooms, they’re all easy enough to mistake. One will feed you, another might kill you.

Might be they think it’s some kind of jape. How many times did you turn about the island before you found this place? I’ve walked it more than once.

[He has not really pulled away from her; it’s nice to hold her close like this.]