From the sea, like her. And Mal, too, a bit, though he'd only landed on the beach (actually, he'd landed on her, on the beach) so he didn't entirely count.

The Cur grimaced. Ghost. She repeated in English and pantomimed in an attempt to help convey her meaning, to answer Yunxu's question. Sends dreams.

Then she scoffed, voice speeding up again, Apparently t'a wide variety o' folks. Says we oughta be careful 'cause some Blue-eatin' freaks destroyed the damn world, an' now there's a lotta angry magic on the loose. Faeries'n'demons'n'shit. Dangerous. She stared hard a the boy, again, and his pale eyes.

Some asshole fished me outta the sea, too. 'bout a month past. She grimaced, thinking, then touched her chest with a paw, Yīgè yuè qián (一个月前, A month ago) Looking to Mal, she nodded, Zuó (昨, Yesterday)

Then she sighed, still gesturing as she spoke in a way she hoped was helpful, I crossed the damn continent, shore t'cursed shore. No way back yet. Maybe North. Or South. Maybe.

But if the magical forces at play were this intent on dropping poor saps into the ocean and pressing service to a world gone mad out of them, she didn't expect they'd be eager to let any escape marooning...