Wheeling Gull Isle sprucing up the place

When Coelacanth approached, Moorhen spat the dead fish at her paws and returned her greeting with a slightly gentler touch, sensing that her Aralez was stretched rather thin, at the moment. "We will repair," she said in lieu of a hello, seeing that the other woman needed to hear these words more than others. And then, nudging the fish toward her fellow leader, "I have - worry," she admitted. "Not about islann."

But she would not go on until her payment had been accepted, so she simply stared at Coelacanth with a hopeful and slightly insistent look on her face. She hated to further burden the other woman, but obviously, there would be no getting through this on her own. Besides, a rotting fish ought to be more than worth a few minutes of conversation, right? Even a deeply uncomfortable one like this.