Wheeling Gull Isle and if you don't want me at my goodnight

Sitting felt wrong, and right, at the same time. Nukilik did not like to idle for long, so even after Ying pressed for her to relax while she worked, the woman was angling for a good view or fidgeting with her sore body against the sand. It surprised the castaway that the island would be home to unsuitable creatures. Not that she considered Ying ill-suited in general, she was able-bodied and strong, but the little tricks she had picked up for herself were not common knowledge among the sisters. It was difficult to see them thriving if they could not find fresh water somewhere. Perhaps that would be her next personal quest - as repayment for keeping her alive.

Yes, if there is a pond. Nukilik agrees with a nod, and ponders to herself about many things as she watches Ying work.