The Sentinels Hi-dilly-ho, neighborino!

A vague disappointment hit her when the white wolf did not profess her love for the master - for a moment, the doctor had wondered if this was the spirit of Mirage, come to the sea as she and Riverbone had. It was strange to feel loss that it was not - for she had habored unthought hopes of one day bearing the Lethiathan's brood - strong, dark-furred sons that would grow bigger than her -

So it would only make sense to bear resentment toward this girl, who she'd suspected of stealing the sea king's heart. Instead, she was merely disappointed that she was not Mirage, and when she took the time to think again of her unborn brood, they were pale instead of dark-furred, with ink dripping down their sides. (Unbidden, the doctor's tail began to wag once again.)

"Whatever you like," said the doctor, not remembering any name in particular, at the moment. "But please, sweet lady, look favorably on your neighbor - I need the roots of the white-flowered plant that lies just across the border. It is a cure for posions, and Skellige has need of it," she explained, hoping that her mention of the dark wolf would soften the stranger's heart toward her predicament.