Caspian and Caitlin
It'd been 3 days since Caitlin was attacked by the zombie dog. Thank God for Stephen--he'd found her, fought the thing off, and then stitched her up. And Thank God for painkillers. They were certainly her friend. Sure, there were people on the island who could like, feed her blood to heal her (gross) or whatever, but Caitlin was a little wary of all that. She preferred to heal the typical way, even if it meant she had to take it easy for a little while longer.
That didn't mean she was trapped inside the infirmary. She heard about the gifts on the beach and the mermaids(?) and had to go take a look for herself. She was on the beach looking out across the water when someone came up behind her. The voice made her turn.
"I have come to try to speak with them," she confessed. "Though, I have to admit I'm a little wary. I'm curious about what's all going on here. How about you?"