Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

oh, that was pretty. it sounded vaguely familiar too, unlike the other word she'd said. mahui. . .? something or another. govinda was still pondering what it could have meant when she returned, beginning to work on him. she might have braced herself for irritation, but he began to relax completely under her ministrations, eyelids drooping.

the salt being cleared away helped a lot, even if her tongue hurt somewhat--it was better than the burning that had consumed him for hours and hours. "thank you," govinda whispered, casting her a weak smile. she didn't need to be kind to him; she was going out of her way to do so. but then, they were kin, right? both born from the sea--both survivors of it as well.