Otatso Wetlands mmm, make it right.

Wide-eyed, he watches Qiao tend to the young man’s injuries. He was especially intrigued by the tool she used—the sea sponge—as well as the briny scent it emitted. Mouselike, the small boy’s nose twitches as he sniffs the air.
Before he can finish, he feels a jab to his side—the strange woman demands his name.
Riot, he answers. Who you?