Tivyrne allows Tavia a moment of solitude, and though her instinct is to attempt to be of consolation, she knows that grief can be tender, and any contact too soon can cause pain, or rage, or both.  She waits, for now.<br/><br/>At the approach of another woman, she nods in welcome to the flaxen-haired girl, extending a glass bottle of tepid, but clean, water toward her.  She provides her name, and a slight smile.  "You should sit in the shade for a bit... we've all been through the hells, and if you're hurt, you don't need to be suffering in this sun."  Mindful of the wolf, but sensing perhaps that a kindness to one is a kindness to both, she simply maintains a casual stance so as not to raise the wolf's ire.<br/><br/>She gestures to the shade of a wide-frond palm, then accompanies the woman a few steps to that shady spot to relate what they know.  Breaking off a broad leaf, she makes a little puddle of water in it for the wolf, then lets the woman take the bottle. "Careful not to lose it... the fresh water's there..." she gestures with a tip of her head.<br/><br/>She describes the story that Lairee and the others related, and the body they found, and relates the details of the massive lizard that ate the sailor alive on the beach.  "Whatever the result, I think it clear that we need to be careful.  If you can aid us, please do, be it via defense, building shelters, finding food... perhaps your companion there may be of aid."  She watches respectfully, perhaps a tinge of curiosity in that the woman AND her wolf survived the seas intact, but then steps back.  "We'll speak more shortly... if you will excuse me a moment."<br/><br/>Hoping, despite having been raised with little in the way of personal counsel, that she can possibly do right in this, she approaches Tavia and stops a respectful distance back.  "I won't intrude, unless you wish to speak," she says softly, waiting for the young woman's acknowledgement.  Whether it comes or not, after a moment's pause, she continues.  "I will help."