DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

She was taking the opportunity to explore the archipelago slowly, moving quietly throughout the beaches, eyeing the jungles. Stopping to watch a crab, or seagull, or fish along the shoreline. There was so much to be seen, all the time, she wonders how anyone could stay focused long enough to get anything done. Though she supposes that part of that difficulty in focusing came from the concussion she'd been dealt, only able to stay on one task for so long before feeling the throb pulsate once more. That was alright, though, she'd rest as needed, and would continue to do her best at listening to others. It was the most she could do for now, after all. So, upon hearing the call of a stranger, the female's attention would turn from the shore to the direction of the sound, moving her body until she reached the other.

"Aye, greetings." The tigress would state with a nod, there's a slight nervousness, an air of discomfort in her voice. Her name had not been called in the list the female provided, but she still only hopes this was not yet another who'd known her before. The female glances to the other's injured leg, tail twitching. She could help lead the other to the temple, or see if anyone more useful was nearby. Though, in her quick assessment, it'd seemed Keona would appear. She's not sure what the other knew of herbs, but perhaps she could help. "D'ya need t' get to the temple?" The female would ask gently, gesturing to the other's injured leg.