Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

The only thing that changes in her expression is a slight quirk in her eyebrow. Easily, she lowers her head and picks up the crab, trotting along after the other woman. The curiosity she held when they’d been on her borders hadn’t been long lived but she’s hard pressed to deny it now. Helix follows behind the allure of the stranger (what was her name?), only setting the crab down when they’ve come to a stop.
 
“You don’t have to,” she tells her, licking her lips free of the sand plastered back over her lips. “I’m Helix,” she introduces, taking a step closer. Helix had not spoken at the borders, nor given them a chance to feel any more comfortable with the offer (if she had anything at all), but the other hasn’t shunned her presence despite what happened between them and she takes that as a good sign for the time being.