Qeya River but i am petrified

It seemed as if this woman was determined to help him, and that made Kasiya more and more skeptical. He stutter-stepped a bit longer, trying to escape her good graces (and the attention of the behemoth alongside), but the mention of food made him hesitant to leave. He knew what fish were, but not what they tasted like, or how to catch them. It would be a good learning experience, and yet at the same time the boy was still shaking his head and trying to politely decline. F-fish? he peeped curiously, although his tiny voice was obsolete to the gray woman's own; she was addressing the bear-woman now, which earned a brief glance from Kasiya. If this creature would be lingering, he was less inclined to. Before she could muster an answer (assuming she could speak at all), Kasiya squeaked a nervous question: The fish here -- they, um, y-you can eat them? Back home, the rivers had been too muddy with poisons to do such things - so he had been warned away from them.