Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

She only utters a noise of approval at his gratitude, focusing instead on the task at hand: the wounds that cover his body.  Later she will test the ones that scar his mind, but for now the man needs to rest.  She feels the way his muscles loose beneath her careful yet heavy-handed ministration, and she raises her maw eventually to lick the salt from her lips.  Rest, now.