Look for the fish. If not for the insanity that is their daily lives as shinki in the Far Shore, Joscelin would've thought Ginia had finally cracked. But she hasn't. As it turns out, it's quite difficult to miss the fish, or their message. It's...an interesting SOS, to be sure.

He ambles over to her, still covered by his rain coat. "I need your help," he says without preamble, clutching the hood closer to his face. "Something's happened." A few long brown curls have escaped the hood without his notice, an indicator of the physical changes he's undergone. His voice is a little higher than usual, though that might be due to panic.