Wheeling Gull Isle Another second lost with every falling grain

The water lapped at her ankles again. She moved, staggering forward so that it might not chill her, until she remembered hearing that salt water could be good for healing injuries. It was early in the year yet, and she felt chilled enough by her low blood sugars, having only been able to scavenge along the way. But for the sake of her leg she thought it might be beneficial to soak it. 

So she stepped back, and lowered her foot so that the waves could gently sweep back and forth, the water rising and falling against her leg. The cold actually felt nice on her leg, though it began to make her teeth chatter.