The Sentinels [m]y love is a lifetaker

I... I'm not sure, Marina let out a breath, a frown knitting her features as she thought about it. She plucked a thin strip of meat from the otter as she thought. Somewhere by the sea. That means two real options - up the coast, or down the coast. She paused to chew the strip of meat.

At length she went on; The Sound is far up the coast. There are cliffs farther out, but beyond that - a lot of ice. I've never been far down the coastline here, Marina lifted her gaze from her meal to look at Dutch again, her dark blue eyes sparkling faintly with the beginnings of a new light. Whether we should stay close or not... I don't know. If we stay close, it means more support. If we leave - it would be like starting fresh.

I suppose it depends on what matters more, she finished quietly, offering no answers for now. Truth be told, she didn't have any. She had already lived through the worst her life could become, she thought; anything after that was a respite by comparison, but with Dutch by her side it felt more like a miracle she'd never asked for and didn't quite deserve. It was difficult, then, to find any true preference within that framework — at least for now, before the newness had worn off.