Swiftcurrent Creek But I'm gonna make it through

Morwenna’s surprise softened into curiosity as Etienne explained, her silver eyes narrowing thoughtfully at his words. Red seaweed—such a peculiar thing, yet so dangerous and potent. She admired his care in handling it, the deliberate caution in his voice, and his clear respect for the power of the knowledge he carried.

You’ve been taught well, she said finally, her voice quieter now, touched with genuine appreciation. To understand something so powerful and to use it wisely, that takes more than skill—it takes restraint. She tilted her head slightly, studying him, trying to place the source of his hesitancy. She had no intention of misusing what he offered, but she could sense his uncertainty.

I have no desire to misuse what I learn, Etienne, she added, her tone firmer now. If you’re willing to help, I’ll honor what you share. A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. And I will seek Arlette as well. It seems wisdom is abundant in these lands.

Morwenna shifted her weight, her posture open but grounded. But know this—I value what you’ve shared already. Not many would give freely of something so valuable. Her voice softened further, a rare note of warmth creeping in. Thank you, Etienne. I’ll not take it lightly.