Stavanger Bay we are all just stars that have people names

 
The young woman followed after him as he had led her to the shore and when instructed that she was to eat the fish, she peered at it curiously for a moment, and then him, before she took the food and began to feast upon it. He watched her with expectant eyes; as though she should marvel at the flavor of the fish – the natural salts and the chill of its body – when really she had probably dined on it before.
 
Cleaning the gore from her pale face with a quick flick of her tongue, she made mention that she would be more akin to a fish than a shark. Skellige shook his skull a bit and frowned. “You will learn to be a shark too,” he then told her with a determined bob of his head. His brows were knitted seriously over his dark eyes. The woman then went on to express that she would feel the pain of the water in her eyes if she were to try. This could not be helped. His broad shoulders shrugged a bit at the comment and he frowned softly to the concerned girl. “I have known the ocean as a home for all my life. My eyes are as sharp as any other… even more so under the swell,” he tried to comfort her in the only way he knew how.
 
“Let us not worry about catching a fish. Let us swim first,” he told her. With a kick of his hind legs, the wraith was already bounding back to the lapping water and only for a moment did he pause to turn his head back to the white-furred healer. He did not even know her name.