Sea Lion Shores You're more than a sunshine in my eyes

"drink, please," lestan pleaded, head jerking toward blossom as the baby began to cry. he gathered her close to his thin chest and tried to hold a reed over reverie's lips. if she did not have water, she would die. 
at last the panic took hold of him; he called out anyone within earshot. "t-the bay isn't far. drink. drink more, then i'll call for them, all right?" lestan kissed blossom's forehead and tried to take steadying breaths.