Blackwater Islands gave myself in that misty light

She knew a cue to leave when she heard it. Bridget had given about all the advice she had to give anyway, and any more would just sound like preaching. She could have offered herbs or drugs to quiet the noise, but she had neither here... and seeing the way Harka had responded to the ones he'd been given, she wasn't sure she trusted them. Hopefully she could find her own measure of peace. If not, perhaps Bridget could ask Morgana if there were suitable substitutes around for chamomile or valeria.

She just dipped her head and then left, hesitating a moment before awkwardly making her way back in the direction she'd come.