Stavanger Bay Tangled in Seaweed

It was a good sign that she did not shy away from his approach. Though he had slowed his pace to allow for her to meet him, he did not anticipate that he would have been welcomed so easily. The blind girl had been a concern of his since he'd permitted her entrance into the rift. It was good to see that she had made it as far as she had – that the sea had not swallowed her in her handicapped state. That might have been a derogatory thought to have, but he knew that the lack of sight would have been a severe disadvantage to most who lived so near to the rolling swell. It was pleasing to know that she had found a way to make due.

The girl asked what she could do for him, and then requested that she be able to touch him. He recalled the warning that had been issued when they'd first met. “You may,” he confirmed with a small nod of his head – one she would not have seen. Then, he stood and braced himself for her to approach and to reach out in whatever way she felt was necessary. “I have come to see how well you are settling here in Stormrift? Have you met any of the others?”