Hushed Willows which by and by black night doth take away

the child is efficient at commanding her attention, and the salt-witch turns fluidly to regard her. she's young, perhaps only a few months old, and the witch's expression holds no harshness as she regards her. "hello," she offers, wondering what she's doing wandering out so late. "I'm Thelxiope." as who she assumes to be the newest here between the two, she offers her own introduction first, asking after the girls a beat later.