Skellig is grateful the kill is quick and 'painless', for it brings less of an energy shift than a drawn out and lingering one would, even in a hunting situation like this where it is a 'good kill', a need to satisfy life and fulfill her hunger.

He watches from a distance, not shying away from this part of her. He told her to feel no shame, no embarrassment. This is the shape of her soul, and he wishes to know every part of it.

So while she feasts, he idly swoops through the air around her, enjoying the breeze as it ripples across the open water, choosing to focus on the scent of salt versus that of iron and blood. She will notice (perhaps) that he laughs sharply as the shark makes the fatal mistake and is snatched up in one bite.

"Well done!"