"Of course you should try; we should all be trying." He just thinks maybe she shouldn't be doing it alone, but--that's why he's out here, isn't it? He could have set up closer to his home, he could have cut down his own trees and hollowed them out, eaten his own food, left her and her pig to their own devices. It's not like he wants a reminder of home, that calls so far back.

The healed lines under his sleeve speak to how much he'd love to wash that island empty with the waves, until there was nothing left but the real snakes.

But he already knows the limitations of going it alone, weighed against the price of involving others. "I'm glad you want to go. I'm glad you aren't happy to just play with your pig in the woods."