Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

Lo cuidaré, she says without explanation before departing on long legs to douse herself in the seawater.  When she emerged again, it was with a mouthful of seaweed.  She shook her pelt out and moved to the stranger's side, dousing the dry land.

She did not ask before she intruded his space, licking the wounds that covered his face and neck before working down his body, eyes sharp and dangerous lest he become irritated with her probing.