Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

Yes— they would see, wouldn't they? Widower certainly looked forward to the day she was able to stand in front of the many unfortunate souls that stumbled their way into the oasis seeking a place to call home. 
After a dazed moment, distracted by her thoughts, she turned her gaze toward the pool. A devious grin contorted upon her visage. Caudal appendage swaying, she stepped closer to observe his work. 
True results of a sprouting master. For once, she praised him, rather than insult him. But the latter was simply what she did best. After all, isn't that how one best learned? Maybe others wouldn't see it that way. But Widower did, and that was all that mattered to her.