Blackwater Islands is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?

lazuline. ingram repeats, testing it out upon his tongue. it is a strange name, to him, and he is unsure if it's syllables as they rise and fall upon his vocal chords. nevertheless, that is what he will call her, as per her request.

he watches her with muted sort of curiosity, unsure what exactly was taking place besides an attempt to heal — though even this healing was not within his realm of understanding. nor did it particularly interest him.

your sister? the rhetorical question breaches the air. no. there are many 'newcomers' to blackwater that the keeper had yet to meet; and slowly but surely, sought to correct that, even if he was not known for his company nor his sparkling conversation.