"Tell me something." Ben scratched his head. "You say you don't mine tearstones?"

Hope nodded.

"Well, why not? There are plenty of animals who'd love to have a Pearl Island gem."

"That's true, but Chance, Aaron and I have been abroad. We've seen what mining does to the land. We don't want that here." She shuddered.

Ben could see her point. The willow gently brushed his ears; a breeze brought the scent of cool water to his nose. It was as close to heaven as he'd ever been.

"I could happily stay here forever," he murmured.

"And I would be happy to have your company," said Hope, and hugged him.