Dragoncrest Cliffs Bathed in salt

Her recovery had taken longer than she'd hoped. Rae still wasn't quite at her best; for all her stubborn will to survive, her health was a fragile thing, left unsteady by a childhood of neglect. The wound had healed slowly, and the fatigue lingered even now. She felt that her injury had taken much from her.
But there were some things that it had given her, too. She no longer felt that sting of jealousy when Lilia visited, that prickling feeling of inferiority. With nothing but time for the introspection Rae normally avoided so thoroughly, she'd come to realize that it was because —
Well, it was because of Suzu. That was as far as Rae allowed herself to follow the thought.
When Suzu found her she smiled, and she didn't think about the way the world around them seemed a little brighter, a little more colorful. Rae was often quiet of late; she listened to Suzu's excited whispers, and followed her with a brush of her nose against the other girl's shoulder. I hope so too, she thought, but hesitated until it was too late to say it.
Rae greeted the leaders with a smile. Hey, She glanced at the oysters, remembering the last time they'd attempted this. Peach, Raelle told herself, and looked back up to Chacal, waiting for her to explain how this would work.