She leans against the counter, and thinks. “A fish hook? No, maybe not.”
She is clearly thinking hard. She’s not normally the scholarly type, but with her wife’s life possibly on the line? She’s going to TRY!
“Hm… a heart feels a bit too soft for a sea monster. Maybe a shell instead, something spiraled and deep, to draw those feelings in like a tide? Wgatsit called, like, a nautilus? Or maybe an anchor—something grounding that could weigh down those dangerous urges?
Or even a compass rose, to guide its focus somewhere safer- AWAY from Siv?”