Stavanger Bay The north wind blew, its head asunder

Nightshade made an inward sigh of relief. Somehow, she felt as if Thistle Cloud was telling the truth, and chose to believe her. It was a small ray of light in an otherwise dreary day. A source of comfort, if you will.

She turned back towards the sea, watching the waves once more, her face once again stoic and expressionless, with her eyes half-closed.

"Correct."

She seemed silent, though if one strained her ears hard enough, they would pick up a small, barely inaudible hum emitting from her throat. However, Nightshade seemed to zone out without meaning to, and didn't realize she had been doing so...