Stavanger Bay white elephant in the room

Together, they covered up the small pile of vomit. Later on, when it was dry and hard, Mannoah would take it to the sea to properly dispose of it. For now, though, she was exhausted. Her whole body felt like a wreck - bloated and hungry and full at the same time. The emptiness that filled her was not one that she thought could be quenched with food or drink.

She was beginning to hate this shore, these beings inside her. Hate the way Skellige seemed not to care. No one did - and the small wolf hadn't. Not until today.

"La vida es tan fea," she whispered to the boy, taking comfort in the fact that he could not know what it was she was saying. "Estoy cansado de ello."