Arrow Lake Drifters

lótë listened. still as the water before them, only the flicker of her remaining aud and her eyelids moved. when he had finished speaking, the dove gave a curt nod.

"aiwë knows some." her offer came, soft and simple. she turned slowly, allowing one last sweep of her gaze along the waters before gesturing to the forest at her back with a small jerk of her tawny chin. they'd need to get him out of the water and somewhere dry and comfortable to tend his wounds. 

"moonwoman better but aiwë do."