Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

he obliged her without complaint, though he retained his expression that seemed to find the perfect point between irate and disappointed. the latter bothered her more, she found; she did not wish to disappoint the man she only desired to help. so when they drew nearer to the waters, deirdre followed him in. it was best that this day, the waters were calm. so weak with hunger was she that she might not be able to stand against the sea if it were to press against her; she would become foam, and slip away into the ocean deep. and yet she maintained her grace and poise, for although she was exhausted, she was outfitted in this always. deirdre kept at his shoulder, and only when it became wet itself did deirdre begin her gentle ministrations. 

her teeth pinched the edge of the wrap, but did not press against flesh. she pulled gently, and let the slowly rocking waves aid in pulling off the bandage. in minutes it was removed, and she let the sea carry its wrap away; it had done its duty for them both, and as she looked to the wound, she smiled. you can hardly see it! your furs have grown over it. it has healed, though it has scarred. she was glad that there was no sign of infection, and that it no longer smarted. her tail waved and she looked to him, her emerald eyes gleaming.