She cannot help it, for all her severity that time had fostered, one look at any kind of pet, and she has to attempt to befriend it. Was not always easy, that tickling scent of saltwater that followed her about did not always endear them so quickly to her, no matter her affection.

But she digs for a piece of dried fish she had purchased that morning. Offering it up with a soft murmur. "Do you want it? It is tasty? It is all yours."