Stavanger Bay whale song

She drew back with haste, as if rousing from a dream. It was then that Bobcaygeon became concerned, realizing that she was in a poor state. Whatever world it was she had been in a moment ago had faded away, leaving her disoriented. He could not smell disease, but he could see in the vague weariness of her eyes that she had not been well taken care of. 

You can call me Bob, He said simply. He preferred his full name, but given the fact she struggled with reality, he felt it was a kinder deal to keep her from struggling with his full name as well. How ‘bout we find you a bit of fresh water to drink, hmm? Some shade, He suggested.