Sea Lion Shores mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird

Moorhen accepted this with an uncertain snuffle, anxiety rippling down her back and then seeming to dissipate. Poet would be careful - and in any case, Moorhen doubted Aditya's aggression would be triggered by a stranger. His maddness seemed to have been caused by his desire to possess the Aralez, and Moorhen still remembered the way that Doe had cherished her, and how her pale uncle had thought her some minor witch of the waves.

Perhaps there was something to that. Moorhen thought about it for a moment, and then connected Thresher's witchcraft with her mother's bewitching ways - it made a sort of sense.

"Good," she said with a wag of her tail, moving forward to offer Poet a tentative nuzzle. "Peace be, sister." And then she continued on her way, still intent on combing the area for signs of Maegi. Perhaps seeing the pale girl would help stitch together some of the wounds Aditya had dealt her.