Truthfully, he hadn't made much of a life here in Darrow. Not one to speak of. Not one to be proud of. And while his parents certainly wouldn't have felt much pride in the humble life he'd built on the island, he'd quite enjoyed it, in his way.

"Before this place," he murmured, a bit distracted by the memory. Finally, he looked at her, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "You're not from here, I take it."