(In contrast, Yasha's feet are wet. She has no qualms with getting into the ocean; she even has a look about her like she's tensed, ready to charge into the surf. All the Stormlord needs to do is say the word.)

Of somebody important, (she says easily, as she stares at the water. Perhaps it isn't so hard to talk about after all... at least, not with her back to Kravitz. Still, she doesn't seem inclined to go into specifics.)

Usually, they guide me. Let me know I am on the right path. (She must not be, this time. Yasha knew that she had made a mistake letting herself become trapped upon these islands. Clearly she is meant to be back where she came from, following the Stormlord's path for her again as before.

She sighs.) I... don't think I fully understand, this time.