"No doubt, no doubt," he laughed, "perhaps your children will have a sweeter measure of desirable company."

And then he was off like a shot - first a stag, then a snake, slithering safely away into the green - before the buck could pound him into the dirt, because -

- was that a blessing?

Oh yeeeaaahhh, you bet it was, but probably not to Castaway.

(Tidings did think some other more traditionally blessy things in his head as he sent it, too, but nobody had to know that.)

@Ruriska