Stavanger Bay let me down to the rest of the world

Sandpiper simply stared back at the female, half expecting some sort of physical recourse. None came, which was probably for the better -- she didn't want to catch whatever disease that was, or explain to Smokestep how her big fat mouth found her in a heap of trouble. 

She lowered her head as the female turned around and supplied a name. None was given in return, though she did follow at a distance to ensure Narcisa's departure.