Blackwater Islands just nod if you can hear me

Her skull was fit to burst, but she turned and stared down the girl, the sea so close that she felt the chill of its spray upon her pelt.

I don't need your escort, she spat, one eye blazing, the other a dark, twilight hollow—

The girl's eyes were mirrors of her own. She didn't suppose she'd ever get answers. Gods knew how they were related; could be Damien, her damned mother,

Ramsay

The thought sent her stomach lurching, but she fought against it, kept her mind to the task at hand.

The sea carried me here; it can carry me back, too.

She once again swiveled and stepped toward the waves at a trot.

Then jumped.