Blackwater Islands breathe it in

his question, so kindly asked, was rewarded with a slow nod. the she-wolf, still learning, had yet to learn the dynamic between consort and Sirens—that he was inferior to them by proxy due to his sex. all she could think of was the merit of him learning—that he, like her, would be able to aid those in needs. it was a quality that Galateia, too, admired. he spoke of a sister, and a mother that had passed; her eyes fell to the waters, saddened by what he had shared on his behalf. she could not imagine such a loss! but her heart broke, as though she might know it—the loss of a loved one. it struck her, and she felt she could weep. I am so sorry for your loss, she murmured to him. never before, even in her present state, had she felt frail... but now, somehow she did. after a quivering breath, she hummed to him, I shall teach you all I that I know. I am sure that your sister, someday, would be glad to know of your shared interest with her; her heart must be as good as your own, she tilted her head a measure, smiling only slightly, though the expression was not full, as she was sensitive to the hurt he must feel and that inexplicably she understood as though she, herself, had endured it.