It's such a relief that the river is clearing that Willow can't must much anger at Never Mind for subjecting them to what seems to boil down to traumatic Deerington style group therapy just now. She will still never look at the Pthumerian and his ravens the same way again, nor will she be tempted to touch another discarded feather again any time soon.

"Yeah... it can be a - a powerful force." It's impossible to miss the anger in the set of his jaw, and the way he grips the side of the boat, but she tries to put it out of her head. It's not directed at her, and they'll soon be free of this place anyway.

"I guess we managed what he wanted from us." She leans forward as she spots a dock on the shore up ahead. "That must be our stop."