Blackwater Islands soft like trees in water, shaped to soothe and move

Gabe didn't turn his head the first time she spoke to him, he only flinched at the sound of her voice. She scared him, because he knew what the women here were like. One moment they're treating your wounds, then next they've pinned you down and are tearing at your face. But when she said 'please', something clicked in him. He realized that he hadn't really heard anyone else here say please before, other than himself as he begged for Kalika to believe him. Maybe she was different. It was a slim hope, and he quelled the idea before he could think anymore on it, but it did make him turn his head.

Unsure, the frightened boy stared at her for a moment, his golden eyes trained on green ones. Then for some reason he started to move, back from the direction he'd come over to her. He stopped a few yards away, enough distance to turn and run in case she proved to be untrustworthy. Staring at her pitifully, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it with a sharp gasp. He felt another scab rip and blood strayed to drop from there as well. His once handsome face was now a gruesome sight, though with time it would heal.