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

of course, Galateia hummed, dipping her head in adieu. once Kalika left, Galateia would again focus on walking; the ocean would aid her, and she would take some steps toward the road in which she recovered upon. painful though it was, Galateia was perserverant and fought through the fiery aches that rippled through her legs.