Ankyra Sound it comes and goes in waves

She'd recovered enough for slightly longer walks, though still moving was painful and her frame was frightfully slight.  She now figured she quite fit in with the others of Saltwinter - one of the crew at long last.  A matching set of ragged scarecrows wandering the beach.

Speaking of.  She was out without much of a purpose and completely by accident seemed to have wandered into an uncomfortable sort of pow-wow.  They sat in silence, and Rosalyn observed Lusca's facial expression with a growing sense of hilarity.  How was Caiaphas' head not in pieces?

"Cheery evening, isn't it?" she put forth to no one in particular, breezing through the thick atmosphere and stepping her way towards the waves.  Though she still held no large amount of love for their salty queen, Rosalyn was in no shape to be complaining of any of her packmates at the moment.  So there was an honest pleasantry about her instead of the usual distaste.