Dragoncrest Cliffs We’ll make the mainland by noon

The more she thought about it, the sadder it made her to think that somewhere, her brother might feel the tides change, but not know his way home. "I wish it pull him back to us." She murmured quietly. She'd begun to notice the way the weather changed mid-day, when the breeze moved with the shifting tides. Unlike Etienne, she felt the movement more in the air, and in her sinuses which felt the change in pressure. 

She looked out across the water thoughtfully, and nodded faintly. It was beautiful, but she couldn't help but wonder sometimes if the eagle had dropped Requiem into the waves- too far from the shore for even the tides to bring him home. She wouldn't voice such thoughts- it seemed a sin to think so cruelly of the ocean when they had no real signs that it had taken him away. 

"How do you t'ink it goes?" She asked instead.