Happiness comes in waves

Morganna had spent a good portion of her younger months being poked and prodded, so the gesture had been reflexive. No amount of saltwater swims or tea baths would keep the growths at bay for long. When he asked if it hurt she just shrugged, "Y'get used ter it." Sure it sucked, but she wasn't going to let it stop her.

When he asked what she was doing out here though, well she wasn't quite sure she knew the answer herself. "M' sister looks at me like I might drop dead any minute, ma tries ter not let it show, but she can't help lookin' at me like she's worried too." It was a morose topic to discuss with such a lovely sunset  right in front of them. The stoney scent of the frigid breeze was bracing, and she drew strength from the stone around her, toes only digging ever so slightly into the sand. "I can't die until I've seen everythin' though, I won' let it happen." Her grin was resolute. "If yer life flashes before yer eyes when yer go, I wan't the scenery ter be pretty."