Gilded Bay brine

Her accent was pretty, but he noticed too the careful way she spoke, each syllable formed deliberately. Crosscurrent wondered at that, but he didn't yet have the experience to recognize it as anything but odd. So he didn't ask. Instead he lowered his ears a little shyly at her request.

I'm a better fisher, he said quietly, gaze dropping for a moment. But his dull yellow eyes lifted to her again as he added, I can get you a fish.