
They staggered, spitting onto the earth whatever bubbled up from their internals. With a slight sniff, you could already smell the copper; blood.
With an exaggerated sigh, Tyr cast his gaze to the bleak midnight sky before tearing it back to the silhouette. Her voice, familiar as it was, rasping a single word. Water. Easy enough, he thought but his eyes were filled with distrust.
Okay, fine.he bit, walking closer to the being with careful steps. The closer he got, the more he recognised the body; a woman who had vanished many moon cycles ago. More furrowed brows. What the fuck was going on with this island recently.
Tentatively, he sidled up beside her, a small nudge of her shoulder with his own. He could bare her weight while he lead her to the water, if she let him.



