Stavanger Bay is it the sea you hear in me, its dissatisfactions?

 
Willingness had never been an issue for the leviathan. He had known nothing but his own willingness and the drive that had pushed him forward so that he could achieve everything that his heart desired. He had already accomplished so much. He had claimed the ground where they stood. He had blessed the lands and granted his followers with their spirit guides so that they might travel through that world with the strength that they needed. Skellige had done so very much since his banishment from Warsaw. The wraith's way of healing was vastly different from Deirdre's. He drove himself forward and pushed through the trials that were placed before him – even if they amounted in pain. He thrived on the struggle and overcoming all that attempted to shackle him down.  
 
She cast her gaze toward the waters, an inquisitive expression on her face. She wished to begin his healing immediately, and he was not in the state to deny her. With a short nod, the shadowy brute began the steady limp toward the waves. He knew that he would not be able to move as fluidly there, and it was a difficult thought, but she would not be pleased if he did not attempt to follow her direction.