Blackwater Islands my heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold

She allowed Galateia's soft touch, albeit with a bit of apprehension. Kalika was not looking for pity but she knew better than to allow her personal feelings and opinions to get in the way of her agenda. Thank you, Galateia. I hope so. The air was filled with a strange silence as she thought about what to say next, for the topic of Whip was too far buried in more recent affairs to be pulled back to the top. 

You seem to be healing well, Kalika noted, seeing how the new Sister managed to slink her way around. Hopefully you will be completely conditioned by the real start of spring; I can see plentiful prey in the coming months.