Stavanger Bay Spirit cold

She didn't care for the information he was so determined to force upon her, yet she couldn't help but listen. Sharkbait stilled, a breath caught in her lungs, when he said that these lands were her birthright but, in the very next breath, said that she wasn't of Skellige's and Amayo's bodies. Her gaze lifted, full of questions she didn't dare voice, before dropping again. She knew Amayo wasn't her mother but Skellige was her father, so the strange wolf's words didn't make sense.

She didn't register much of what he said beyond that, suddenly caught up in her own confusing introspection. Sharkbait felt like she was standing at the edge of a black hole, staring into it but unable to see what lay at the bottom. Whatever was down there, however, was important. And she desperately wanted to see it. But of course she wasn't about to pitch herself into a deep black hole, metaphorically or otherwise.

Suddenly her head began to pound, distracting her from her peculiar company and even the nameless feelings assailing her. "I need to get back to bed," she murmured, unwittingly ignoring everything he'd just been trying to tell her. Sharkbait shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he would try to hold her back if she started to leave.