"Well, I was on an island for several years," Eden says, "between 2007 and last year. But I'm guessing you mean something a little bigger." She tries to keep her voice soft, gentle, just barely resisting the urge to reach out and rest her hand on his arm. She doesn't think he's really that bothered by the misunderstanding, but she still feels guilty for it. It gets lonely, she knows, being the only one around who's gone through a particular kind of complicated.