i could n't let her go without a fight , not after her finding out that i loved her . her windows are still in white mourning . 'there 's the bits of more than one egg here . ' `` and not ones that stink of those other humans . '' he did n't have the arm to reach the group in the tents , not against the winds blowing out from the ice mountains . he stepped away , faced us , and started counting . he threw the rope , and she easily caught it . 