Wheeling Gull Isle white noise

She laughed, the sound without much humor. Sure, if one wanted to simplify things--yes, they had the same story. Maegi doubted very much, though, that the man had gone through the same hells she had, faced the same enemies she had. Still, this was his way of ingratiating himself to her, she knew; she would not pick apart his words, though she might want to.

"Nice," Maegi answered, mildly impressed. "I'm okay, though. Thanks." Truthfully, she didn't care much for fish; the taste was much too salty on her tongue. But since that was the local cuisine, she had gotten used to it--but she had gotten into the habit of only eating when she was very hungry, and not anytime else.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at him. "So what do you do?" she asked. "What are you good at?" Her mental fog was beginning to lift, the earlier anguish dissipating. She was grateful to Sockeye for the distraction, at least.