“Some sort of agreement needs to happen, we need to..make the best of this,” Lorelei tries to say lightly. Patting the space beside her, welcoming Ariole to join her, she grips the scaled flesh of the fish with her fingers, eating it without much thought. She had felt starved. 

Lorelei noticed how shy the girl was. Lorelei couldn’t fathom being shy. 
Pulling her hair to the side, the lion tattoo prominent on the back of her neck over her stork mark, she finishes the food quickly. 

“I’m Lorelei,” she introduces herself. “You are?”