Moonspear raised high, brought low

The steady motion of the waters eased her just a little, for the sight, sensation, and sound of it all was relaxing.. however, while easy to do, just sitting here, it was unproductive. A twist of her hungry stomach reminded her, tried to motivate her, but she didn't act on it. Instead, she felt a very weighted gaze on her.

He loomed on the edges of her awareness first. She did not make a move, either, curious to see why he was here in silence, watching her do nothing at all. Although pieces of her knew, or could hazard a handful of damn good guesses, she did still want to reach out for him. He suffered too (beyond his physical wounds) and she knew it, keenly so, yet all she could do was press onward with or without. Time wasn't standing still for either of them. 

However with her mood tending towards stormy courtesy the last few hours of bad hunts, she was not at her best nor brightest and leveled him with a curiously questioning look back for now. If he intended to stay here, was that it? She chuffed quietly in greeting -- a small invitation that he could take or leave. She would welcome him, but did not know if he would extend the same back.