He shakes his head. “If I had not married her, she would still be alive today”
Eliyahu jumps down into the cave as Yannai is splashing his hands with water from the large, earthenware jug.
“It’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive!” he shouts, arms in the air.
“Alive?” Yannai blinks and makes a face. “Yes, I suppose I am.” He yawns. “I did, after all, just say Modeh Ani. Although sometimes I wonder if all of this is one strange dream, in which I take up residence in some sarcophagus of a cave, and all for what?”
Eliyahu grabs his hand. “No, Yannai, do you not understand?”
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