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

The woman was acting so kind, so friendly. He would've felt inclined to like her, if he hadn't changed. He was more wary of the kind now, for they were the ones who left the deepest wounds. But for now he let her do what she wanted with him, because he believed she wouldn't hurt him. He tried to believe that at least. She asked him a question, to which he shook his head no. He figured sea water in cuts would only make he wound hurt more, and possibly become infected, and he'd been to tired to go exploring for a freshwater source.