Now dark, the island of Nox Islia sees Aquila and the Green Knight share soup under the moonlight. The Knight sips from his bowl as Aquila watches a waft of steam rise from the pot she's raised over her fire.

The Green Knight looks fondly in front of him.
"So," Aquila says, "that was my blow. I'll see you next year?"
But the Green Knight only smiles.

"So," Avi asks," the next year you went to meet back up with him?"
"No, he came back here."
"Huh?"