Wheeling Gull Isle no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand

I wrote up a reply to this but then accidentally closed the tab, rip. ;-;

It wasn't long before a second body arrived. He did not hear her coming, she moved so swiftly and so silently, and only knew she was there as she began to tend to him. The sensation of wet moss upon his skin made him jump a bit in surprise, and then tense as pain wracked through his body.

Once it ebbed, he realized with a flip of his ears that they were discussing him. Strange — but it seemed as if the black-furred woman knew him. That should've instilled hope to some degree, but the body felt nothing. He was too distracted by the pain, and sat there as they held their conversation.