Wheeling Gull Isle suffering

sounds good!

the laugh that tears itself from the woman is devoid of any mirth, tinged as it was with unapologetic bitterness, her words giving her merit for that feeling. brisbane is quiet, contemplative. yet, you survived, brisbane feels obligated to point out to her. the sea is known to be unpredictable but it is possible to navigate it. spoken from the experience of having grown up by the sea. learning the phases of the moon, the tides and how to get one's self out of a rip current is all basic information pups of the bay have drilled into them as soon as they are old enough to understand and retain it.

aye, but it's a painful way, he comments absently, but nevertheless was impressed that it was her first instinct. it wasn't a wrong instinct. with no other option it was better than letting it alone to potentially fester with bacteria. infection would cause a pain worse than the sting of the salt water which numbed after time. i actually saw some yarrow a way's in a bit nearby a fresh water stream, he gestures towards the island's heart, pleased that he'd been there early enough to have the time to inspect it's native flora. that'll help with pain and further keep infection from setting it. and, well, if she was that hungry she might also be suffering from dehydration as well. the stream sounded like a good place to set up camp ...if she could make it that far.

d'ya think you have enough energy to walk? he could bring the yarrow to her, sure, but the water? there wasn't any way to effectively bring that to her. it's not too far and you can lean on me if you need to. brisbane might exist in the grey area of morality but he was a blackshark and taleigha didn't raise him to be a boar.