Serenica told her friends everything as accurately as she could. She told them about the ferryman. She told them about the Mother and how different the goddess had been from her expectations. The description of the physical appearance of the goddess of death caused the captain to shiver visibly, and the healer noticed him pulling closer towards her, perhaps to get a small piece of eternity under his skin.
She had never understood Spade as well as she did now. There was a certain longing she felt for what she had thought she had seen and touched. It was almost unfair that she had been robbed of the supernatural nature of her adventures.
She mentioned these feelings to the king-captain, and he just nodded and helped her light her pipe.
It seemed like they were on the same page now.
