[ Xiomara tilts her head, face arranged into a reasonable impression of a skeptic who does not believe things easily—who is not the one trying to convince everyone else to believe in Executors or lizard people. ]
I have to stand here until that boat arrives, [ she says, gesturing with a thumb toward the ferry that is just now departing the Gallows' rocky island to come back to the shore and collect her—or them, if he's going that way instead of only wandering around to offer cold women fortified wine. In that case they can also talk on the boat. ]
Give it a try anyway.
[ She pulls the scarf back up over her mouth and nose. But the need to jump around has been alleviated by the wine, the distraction, or both, so that's something. ]
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I have to stand here until that boat arrives, [ she says, gesturing with a thumb toward the ferry that is just now departing the Gallows' rocky island to come back to the shore and collect her—or them, if he's going that way instead of only wandering around to offer cold women fortified wine. In that case they can also talk on the boat. ]
Give it a try anyway.
[ She pulls the scarf back up over her mouth and nose. But the need to jump around has been alleviated by the wine, the distraction, or both, so that's something. ]