Daiyu lay under the willows, close enough so to the coast that she might look out over the waters and see the cosmic isle she had once called home. What little family of hers that had made it to this new world with her had all melted away. Her time was often filled with the warmth of Régis, but even he stretched his legs far from her from time to time. No matter. She completely understood, being a woman who valued her own freedom all the same.

She was content here under the shade, the sound of the veiled willow branches brushing against one another. The sound of the sea as it brought a salted, cold breeze towards her.

Then from somewhere behind she would hear a stirring which caught her attention. Tumbling, maybe a grunt and a few 'oofs!' and the seafarer lifted from her placement to turn and investigate. Dark masked face stretching forward as she peered through the trees, she saw a young, fawn and matted mess of a child there in the sparse forest. Are you alright, little one?