Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

The only touch Seastorm truly knew was pain. There'd been times in her youth, of course, when she'd crept into a brother or sister's sleeping place so that neither of them would need to cry alone. Those times had been fleeting, sacred, separated in a way from the rest of her reality. If they'd left a mark on her at all, she didn't feel it here.

But it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Predictably she returned to gnawing on Catamaran's face, but Seastorm was careful with her teeth now; exploratory, almost. She licked his whiskers and made a face, then decided to nibble them. His words went ignored. If he wanted to move her, then he would; she wouldn't pretend to have any input on the matter.