[She sits by his side, letting the fire warm him, and keeps a hand on his. The water boils and she leans over, making a tea from the birch bark outside.]

You don't let it go. You forgive yourself, as you would forgive another person. You forgive yourself, because you know how to do better.

You forgive, because you are always learning.

[She squeezes his hand as she starts to feel the exhaustion creeping back in.]

When you're ready, sit up and drink this.