"....Yeah, go ahead-I'm going to get some sleep."
She waved him off, curling up on her side.
It was two or three days later, and she'd really had nothing to do but talk with him, gradually growing closer. She noticed how scared of him the sailors seemed to be, and how they rarely ever brought him water. She didn't understand why they were so afraid.....he could be frustrating, but he was actually pretty pleasant to talk to when he wasn't speaking in riddles-he was a bit disconcerting, his movements too fluid and his smile a bit too sharp-and he talked as if he knew all of her secrets-it was irritating, but she didn't think it was worth all the hatred...
It really was a strange thing, you see Shinsou wasn't even much of a threat, after all he was in a cage, shinsou would've been far to weak to do much of anything due to the fact he was brought barley any food, it.. was actually sad, they sheer amount she was brought, compared to his literal scraps.. of food, the little bit of water he does get on the rare occasions, it was just plain torture at that point!.. but the fact he still acts all nice and things, it.. was a bit sad.