Totoka River foam on the waves

It was not long before her own presence was noted. Moorhen bristled slightly at the tone the other woman took, but a moment later, wasn't sure why it had caused her to do so. She was just tired, she decided.

"What do you look for?" she asked, her voice rough from disuse. There was an edge of suspicion to her tone, but mostly, she sounded weary and uncertain. "I can hep," she amended, and while those who knew her might wonder where the sudden solicitiousness had come from, Moorhen didn't think the stranger would think it odd. Obviously, she had no idea how to interact with strangers, as she thought her plan to suss out whether or not the woman was trying to eat Thresher would go off without a hitch.