Ankyra Sound i thought i was smarter as i flew into the sun

the wretch winced as the damp weed settled into place. the brine stung, but she knew the sea’s many merits - it would be some time before she was comfortable, but eventually this wound too would heal. 

in her peripherals she saw wyatt’s bent form, his shadow betraying his presence. shifting upright with a grunt, the crone fastened her yellow gaze on him as if to pointedly say how transparent his lurking was. need something? her voice was strained by her wound’s heavy effect, but lacked any venom.