Dragoncrest Cliffs We’ll make the mainland by noon

She felt a bit better, now. She leaned against him for a moment, soothed. She could hear the push and pull of the waves against the shore in the distance, and felt the breeze lighten a bit, and turn. She lifted her head from his shoulder and stepped into the light a bit, blinking and sniffing. The tide had changed, she thought. It was something subtle, but changed the pressure in the air. 

"You t'ink, Eti," She said softly. "Dat what Grandme mean...t'ings dat go, an' come back. Is like de tide?" She said, looking back to him, before she turned her gaze back toward the forest that stood between them and the cliffs. "Even dis far, we can feel de tide...You t'ink...Requiem can feel it too?"