"Aiwass," Isabel asked seriously, "I hope this isn't offensive... but if I remember correctly, you used to live in an orphanage, right?"
"Yes." Aiwass nodded.
Isabel, somewhat reluctantly, spoke softly, "I also made a special trip to visit the orphanage. The children there were eating this brown paste, the ingredients of which I couldn't even recognize, and even such food was not enough to fill their bellies. They had no cotton clothes and no hot water for bathing during winter. The orphanage lacked separate toilets for boys and girls, let alone private stalls. Everyone slept together, with many children sharing the same bed."
"The orphanages on Glass Island must be different from the ones outside."
