@okaywithed liked this for a starter !!
the island is alive with suffering, and try as dawn might to meditate and soothe the undesirable things she must feel, her brow does furrow slightly at the disturbance. she is sat on a patch of dry grass in front of the cabins, eyes closed, legs crossed. inhale, exhale; focusing grows minutely easier. dawn wants to ease the pain of the mutated creatures of the island, but fears she can only do so much.
upon the sound of approaching footsteps, dawn peeks out with one eye, and follows zoey's approach. her upturned palms return to her knees and she blinks both eyes open. her voice is high and clear, like the soft trill of a bell, "is everything alright, zoey ?? your aura seems to be mimicking the distress of the island."