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

Cerulean. Looks like me. She nodded towards her sister who now lay unconscious in the gritty dirt. Like her. More like her than me. They both have pretty little blue eyes. Prettier than mine.

She breathed in deeply. They’re not as skilled as me though, not with healing. Cerulean especially. Back home she could never master a trade. Then she bit her wandering tongue.

I’m great with herbs, she knows this. I could’ve done this on my own. Lazuline turned to face him now. How many medics are on this island?