Marea remained silent and still through through the scolding, resting her gaze between both of them. As it ended, and they both went their own ways, the girl moved to follow after Marlowe. [color=2E2C2C][i]Won't let a village skiff out...Hm. Perhaps...[/i][/color]

She would then find herself bumping into one of the visiting Divers, stumbling as she shook her head. Realizing that she had fallen behind the Aide, Marea picked up the pace and quickly caught back up to walk alongside him. Her eyes were looking straight at him, locked on to his face as she maintained her usual neutral expression.

"My father only said that people from the village couldn't sail to the island on a skiff." [color=2E2C2C][i]That should be enough to spur his imagination.[/i][/color]