Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

The speckled naiad flinched at the voice behind her, her half raised hackles lowering when she realized it was only Cry. Her ears pinned to her skull contritely, tail wagging with welcome. She felt foolish for being so easily startled but some part of her brain still feared that he would return to finish her off. An even larger part was terrified that he would find her with Cry and hurt the raven she had so come to care for. 

"What..search?" The word was hesitant, uncertain as she was that it was the correct one. Being in Cry's proximity made her want to relearn communication but it was an ongoing process. 

Hopefully the bird would understand that she was asking what he was looking for.