Ocean's Breath Plateau the space between lives

She does not make herself difficult to find.  The siren queen desires to return to the bay that housed her for the first weeks after she washed ashore to pay her respects to the ocean and to the landmark itself but her ward keeps her busy.  He has sustained wounds he should not have survived; it is Izel's deft hand that keeps him afloat.

She is not happy to see him moving.  The Plateau is flat and she can survey his approach from a distance.  Wind ruffles the salt-crusted spikes of hair along her nape, and she regards him with a flat, disappointed stare.  Stiff-legged she stalks towards him, and when she comes close she snaps her teeth in the air between them.  Rest, she demands, reclining onto her haunches and making it clear she leaves no room for discussion.