Wheeling Gull Isle healing

Being slightly vague on the fight details because the thread’s not finished yet.

’The sea swallowed you? What it didn’t like you so it sent you back?’

The sandy-colored female snorted in amusement at the questions. “Yeah, I guess so,” she admitted. “I like the sound of that. Maybe it didn’t like how I tasted,” she mused. “Maybe I was too strong for it.” She grinned, enjoying the idea that the sea had hated the way she had tasted. She was too spicy for the ocean to handle. Or maybe had too much lean muscle and not enough fat. 

The darker-colored girl wanted to know about the man who had attacked her. “He was a ghost,” she said, trying to make the story more interesting. “Pale and… he talked to himself. Talked to someone—I can’t remember their name—that wasn’t there. Also mentioned… a trench?” She shook her head. “I don’t remember exactly what he said. But he was freaking me out, and he threatened me. Said… someone would get me too, or something like that.” She stared out at nothing, remembering looking at the man with the wide, wide smile—too wide. His mismatched eyes staring into her soul.

She shuddered. “Well, I couldn’t just turn my back on a crazy guy like that. What if he attacked me when my back was turned? So I attacked first. Gaze him a good bite on the muzzle, but he got my shoulder in his teeth.” She motioned with her head to her shoulder which was healing slowly but still didn’t look too good. “He fucked it up pretty good, I can’t walk on it. For now. Anyway, he ran off after we fought—I musta scared him off, right? Heh.” She chuckled. “Some guy came by later and helped fix me up a bit. I’m stuck laying down for a while so I don’t open the wound back up, so… that’s that.”

She had discovered that she enjoyed talking, and looked up at the girl to see her reaction to the story.