The girl threw a thick, long cloth at Vir. "Use that to cover your body. And dry your wet clothes!"
"Thanks!"
Vir was then taken to the wheelhouse on the top floor.
"What are you doing on the island?" asked the middle-aged man at the helm.
Vir sat down with a blanket, the girl handed him a bowl of warm porridge.
"Eat it, so you don't get too cold," she said.
Vir smiled and nodded. "I lost my wyvern," he replied to the middle-aged man's question.
"So, you're saying you're a rider?"
"No, I'm just a poacher," Vir replied.
The girl stood leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest, to the left of her father. She smiled at Vir.
"Then, what happened to your wyvern?"
Vir sipped the warm porridge in his hand. "I am not sure," he said, deflecting the truth. "I think my mount had a seizure, I don't know! We fell into the sea and I had to swim desperately to get to the island."
