Sartin opened his eyes. “Thank you, I fine. Many worries.”
Maru scooted closer and put his arm around Sartin. They sat there in silence, watching the fire.
* * * *
The next morning, Sartin woke to find his head cradled against Maru’s shoulder. The high tide had filled the pool with fresh seawater. Sartin longed to swim. Water splashed up over the lip of the pool as he gingerly untucked himself from Maru’s arm. Maru stirred, rolled over in the opposite direction, and then went back to sleep.
Sartin pulled himself through the trough to the open water. His fluke stung with movement, but it was stronger than the day before. The seawater and use of the injured fin would help it heal.