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

at first, he did not listen, and rather than feel fury Galateia fret he had not heard her—but she realized he had, when he turned to look at her after she had spoken again. her ears perked and cupped, and her tail waved slowly in a manner meant to display her goodwill. his tentative behavior led her to believe he was wary—perhaps of her. perhaps the wounds he wore were a punishment for an ill deed he had done, though she felt certain that no Sister would begrudge him medicine to heal. 

he approached her, and parted his lips to speak. she watched as a scab opened, and took some steps toward him. upon him, she could smell Kalika; the woman had been tense, as of late—she asked no questions on the matter. have you washed the wound? she inquired gently, her eyes upon the wound. she knew what herbs were necessary for this, but first was the matter of ensuring it had no dirt within it.