Galla simply nods once at the words of her sister and mentor and sits in a chair, drinking some more. She does indeed feel lost, but the words of her old friend do have a certain resonance within her. She drowns her sorrow, however, while looking at Dionysios, wandering about the truth in Myrine's words. She smiles softly to him and realizes she had been tended to, and that she indeed wanted to tend to his needs as well. She looks him over again and feels ever more heat gathering within her. Perhaps Myrine is right. Perhaps they are all right. But then she sees Argentum and her heart drops suddenly, feeling as metallic as the silver-man. She hides her eyes from him and a tear flows in the wine glass.