Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

“No.”

The word probably came out more harshly than intended, but it was late in the day and the man had no plans to cross the sandbar when it would reappear that night. “Sumtimes y’can swim th’seas, but th’currents kin git ornery when the weatha’ warms.” He clarified, hoping to soften the blow that they would not arrive at their destination same-day. The air was still cold, the coast still icey, and the season still wintery; so it was not truly the currents that alerted him, but her frailty. Komodo had doubts that this tiny thing could breach the channel and survive to tell the tale... but, he wouldn’t be the one to tell her that.

No, they must wait until early morning when the ocean would shrink back and expose the land bridge once more. To Komodo, this was not a huge imposition. He had made hearth and home upon the beaches abreast the isle many times before, and would likely do it many times again, but the brute wasn’t exactly used to women being distrustful of him — in his past experience, they had always been somewhat drawn to him, his durability beautifully contrasting their inherent, feminine softness, which was a divine thing to experience, really — So it did not arise in Komodo’s mind that Fawn might be afraid of him, or question his motives, for they truly were wholesome and he was only desirous of her well-being.

“There'll be uthers,” he assured anyways. The earthstalker was involved now, and as he did with all his patients, he would see them through to the end of their treatment. “Y’hungry?” he proffered, though the answer was obvious. Even if she hadn’t been clearly starving, there was nothing better after an adrenaline rush than a fine meal.