Arrow Lake Drifters

He lifted his hard head up, slowly, so as not to welcome a spell of dizziness or another jab of pain. A delicate, scarred woman called to him. A pale contrast to his dark. 

In return, he crooned a low note. Placating and gentle, as he was in no shape for a confrontation. Slowly, through the ankle shallows, he went to her. Every now and then his eyes squinted slightly. A hint of his condition. "Pale dove...this place, do you know where we are?"