A high giggle from behind him shows the unfortunate truth: someone is watching, and it's the unholy brat that's been brooding since arriving on the island. At least she's resolved to staying here; she's too useless to wander alone, this much she knows. Without a pack to feed her, she'd die in minutes. Even swimming would be difficult, and while she's followed Makara out to the glacier, she's found herself a different way. Fractures of ice have connected across each waterway, and she's managed to hop from drift to drift. Even now she's floating on a nearby glacier, watching Makara on his.

"Pretty cool, huh?" she calls, her voice high as she struts across her glacier, leaning forward. "I can't find a jump over to yours!"