Her soft, leather boots soundless in the sand, Tivyrne steps up and crouches next to Tavia, then sits lightly on the sand.  The difference in their statures-- glaringly apparent when they both stood-- seems to dissipate when they sit side-by-side.  The auburn-haired woman listens, watching Tavia's eyes as she speaks.  The human girl can't help but remark how Tavia's eyes are colored like mirrors of the sea she studies.<br/><br/>"I don't think anyone faults you for speaking your mind."  Her eyes narrow with curiosity and she gives a wry smile at the mention of 'night-time activities,' making a mental note to inquire about that later.  "Especially not in these circumstances... but you're not alone in this."  The young human woman shrugs and rubs away a sweat-streak with her shoulder.  "We're lost, and we're in danger... but believe me, we're sticking together on this.  Outbursts or no... gods willing, as long as we're not sneaking up on someone-- you can scream it out, break things, curse a blue streak, roll in the sand if you like."  She grins a little at that, but the mirth fades.  "Forgive me.  I'm as much a stranger to you as those reptiles are, I know.  But... if you weren't moved by the death of a child, I would be worried.  Only those with no heart don't know that pain."