Automatically, she accepts the bread, and just as automatically, she crumbles it and scatters the crumbs to the ducks. It is almost numb, and the very numbness is a relief.

Her skin feels sunburned, she notes.

"They do." Simply said, and softly. There is a moment's pause, broken only by the sound of the waves and the birds.

"What is it that you did not understand?"