Blackwater Islands Wish that you could feel the water come pouring in

Bridget knew better than to lie out of bravado. It hurts. But not like it did. It didn't hurt less, necessarily, but it wasn't the burning pain that she remembered. She noticed Morgana looking at it, but she turned her own attention to the supplies instead.

What are these? She gestured at the supplies with her muzzle, then slowly leaned back into an awkward sit. She was still overly careful anytime she shifted position anywhere in the vicinity of the missing leg. She didn't want to risk anything that might jeopardize the healing work they'd already done.

Bridget recognized a couple of things from the area but didn't know the names or the uses. The coast had a vastly different offering than the forests back home.