Iktome Plains saltmouth

With speech reminiscent of the lilting tones of Iseul, the boy found himself softening more as she began to share more about herself. He had never heard of Brecheliant, though he had not heard of a lot of things having grown up in the bubble that was the isle.

"That would be nice," he replied quietly, mind whirring. He didn't particularly need an escort, but he knew the feeling of wanting company. "I've got some fish back at my den if that would... make you feel better?" For how was one to comfort a woman he did not know? For Matteo, food seemed like the best place to start.

The question of how she had wound up so far from home lingered on the back of his tongue, but he did not pry. Not yet.