Hushed Willows who even *is* galileo?

when she’s finished drinking, she doesn’t really feel any better. the lingering taste of vomit sits in her mouth and her stomach is uncomfortably full. if she moves too fast, or does anything other than focusing on breathing, the water might come up too and then lily will really urge her to seabreeze. she has to get out of this now so, carefully, she shuffles out of the water. her feet and forelegs are wet and muddy now, causing her to shiver a bit, but she shakes her head against the offer for help.
 
“i’m fine,” she says, and looks away. brilliance licks at her lips a little, uncertain. “imma go find papa,” she murmurs and turns to leave, though has zero intention of actually looking for him.