Wheeling Gull Isle takpiksuk

caracal's inner question mirrored one that heda had turned over and over in her head.
sweetharbor felt like her birthright. and yet she had been lost with how to proceed without him. without bartholomew. and there was still an ache, deep down, a place he had once filled with his quiet warmth.
but she pushed aside the twinge of that moment to smile at caracal and then kilgitsuk, what he now called himself. 'it's not an invasion, you're a friend."
a pause. "i would love if you stayed, even for a time. i think — i think in a short while, caracal and i would welcome as much help as we can get."
she flushed slightly, then turned to motion vesper closer as well. "why don't you and i head up to the greenhills, and maybe you could show kilgitsuk around?" she suggested to her husband, feeling rather protective of her — cousin-in-law?