Firefly Ravine The promises you'll only make

There was a soft spot in her heart for those who'd been touched by the water.  It was only a year ago, maybe a little longer, when she'd been thrown upon the shores by the ocean.  She ghosts forward, pressing herself low to the ground, and calls out quietly.

Hey there, come her gentle tones, it's alright.  She wasn't sure if it really was, but sometimes all it took was a reassuring voice.  You're safe here.