Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

mireille was not sure that she liked bridget's answer. it was too motherly. too sisterly. perhaps it was the familiarity. whatever the reason, she bristled slightly and glared at the sea as if it might carry her back home with sheer force of will.
"you said us." mireille looked back to bridget. "does dat mean you have a home too?" she studied the older woman, wondering if it was worthwhile to form trust if she was going to be leaving, and if the red-mask was too.