Oystercatcher Tide Pools We got to run to the rock

He knew her rage had been inescapable, and he knew she was dwelling on it even now, as he watched her feast on an oyster. He took a seat next to her and looked out over the water, not interested in eating, but rather in Eartha and her well-being; he couldn't have her imploding from her constantly burning anger. Eartha, he said, nudging the pod of poppy seeds close to her. Take these when you sleep,  he instructed. They'll help. He shook his head at her. You need to try and relax. We'll get you your revenge; try not to let your need for it destroy you in the meantime. Really, it was exhausting to watch, and he needed her to keep her shit together.