[It's that starvation that draws her: need always acts on Iris like a gaping mouth to a mother bird, visceral, unconscious.

She doesn't think of it as selfless. It feeds her as much as anyone else.]

Aye, it would be. Poor lad. I've not tried to get close to 'im, much. I think I make 'im nervous. But I see 'im around, I see 'ow 'e touches other people. 'E makes them better, every time.