[ Be glad it wasn't Vax. You STILL wouldn't see him, even if his voice was audible.

(Gods, she misses her twin right now.)

She can at least appreciate Sheryl's play at being cool, benevolently not calling her out for the jump. Instead, talking about bears. She can do that. ]

Helped me on the beach. Hauled some merfolk to the water. Then helped me haul wood for the fire. [she never directly looks up at Sheryl; brown eyes seemingly more gold in the firelight] He's a very good boy.