Qeya River i'm fixing a hole

she pulls herself from the river in the manner of a very ungraceful seal, offering a stiff shake of her coat, briefly, before padding near the pair, hanging back a moment as she watches the two. this is no random stranger; she ought to have expected someone offering their assistance to have some relation to the lump - Lily - or in the very least do so with the expectation that they would be rewarded. 

he turned to her then, as if struck by the sudden realization that she too existed, and she watches the girl carefully, the breaths that seem too shallow and too sporadic to be capable of sustaining her for long. "no," she answers, low, but continues with. "what you were doing early - it seemed right. she shifted, shoulders hunched as she wavered in her step, gaze on the dark woman before flickering back to the man.