Blackwater Islands got a river for a soul

Akantha nodded once more and neatly finished up her thread of anxiety with a pretty little stitch. She tacked it up and away, and put it from her mind for now. Galateia would mend, regain her strength, and only then would they reassess exactly what needed to be done. Only then. Not now.

"A conversation," she began with a snort. Kalika knew better—that Akantha wasn't one for small talk, or gossip. But as she almost turned away from the ivory Siren, the note of sincerity in her voice bade her remain and weather the thought of it. A single ear twisted atop of her dome and she quirked a brow at Kalika with a slightly wavering smile. "Like what?"