Her intimacy with Tambaba was not romanticized unanimity. There were nights when she walked the shore and felt the old loneliness that comes from being unclassifiable. Without a tarja to protect or identify her, she had to face herself in the raw. In those hours the sea sounded like a ledger—credit and debt balanced in the brine—and she learned the discipline of solitude that is neither surrender nor defiance. The town, in return, learned patience: to admire without possessing, to ask questions without expecting answers, to keep a respectful distance while staying present.