Whatever drove Grayson to try and drown himself must be something big and she wonders, quite suddenly, if maybe she was being a bit harsh. What if something had happened to him? Some abuse that she did not know about. The idea sets her teeth on edge and makes her want to flatten her ears and get to the bottom of this mess. Yet she refrains because obviously he doesn't want to talk about his old life just yet. She would force it from him later when he was better. Until she was sure something terribly awful had occurred she would not give him the gentle routine - no, she would continue in her same gruff and mean manner as before. Despite how much larger he was for as he stood it became rapidly apparent that Grayson was not small. Honestly, she had to jerk her pale eyes away from admiring his figure (as malnourished as it was).
She chuckles at his words as they begin their march.
"And clearly you didn't have a healer in your old place did you? No, wait, I forgot. Who needs a healer when you plan to commit suicide?" The words are again laced with sarcasm and a hint of disapproval, partly because she figured the more she infuriated him the more lively he would become. And the more he would try to show fight and spirit. Plus she did like it when he got smart back. It looked cute on him, that annoyed look.
As the view of the ocean appears before them Grayson stops and she lets herself stare right into his face to catch every moment of awe that flickers there with a sort of proud plumage. She had been born next to the ocean so it was normal to her and yet she knew how vast and amazing it could be. At nights she would sit out by the cliffs and stare off. Occasionally she would see the dorsal fins of whales in the distances or a pod of dolphins frolicking, leaping high out of the water and doing flips before swimming off at dazzling speeds. Magnificent it was and she was proud of it.
What is there? He says and she lifts her eyes to gaze at the island with a smile.
"Nothing except paradise," she answers primly before rushing him into the water. He doesn't take much encouraging, but then again he doesn't realize what he is getting into just yet. Ravenna can't help the bright grin on her maw the moment he jerks his foot up or the way she begins to laugh in a raucous sort of manner as he realizes that the ocean wasn't going to be easy on him. Yet as he tried to take a step back she stepped forward so his haunches rammed into her chest and she had to jerk her head out of the way or get it smashed between them.
"Fate is a bitch," she agrees before pushing him forward.
"And you chose this fate when you jumped into the river like a fool, so take your punishment. It will help cleanse the wounds that I cannot see and even the ones I can. Unless you'd rather die from infection slowly and painfully and listen to me prattle on and on as you die?"
Ravenna