Gilded Bay always had high, high hopes

He is pitiful and broken.  He looks about how she feels, though she'd never admit it.  She wonders what has done this to him.  How he ended up in the ocean.  If somehow, Screech hadn't met his maker when he crashed into the water.  Maybe he was somewhere out there like this, too.

She doesn't linger on it long.  The unnamed man lets out a thin, ragged noise and she bends her nose to the edge of his lip.  She tests to make sure he will tolerate it, and then with a delicate touch she moves to clean his body of the sand and expelled water.  Maybe if Raven could see this, she'd be proud.