Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

His heart felt warm.

All of him felt warm.

The uncomfortable flush the words brought to him was fleeting, however, and he was soon enough thinking pragmatically once more. Yes, it would be important for Simbelmyne to make friends of the seal hunter women. Not just friends, but equals. Companions. Teachers.

Family.

He gave a firm little nod; he would speak with her. He would just maybe do this after he'd smoothed over whatever had come between them so suddenly.

Dutch sighed, thinking hopelessly of his lost and wayward girl. Perhaps she knew her way better than he understood. Dutch could only hope so. He wished, though, that she had been able to come to know Tullik and Marina in this way, too. The latter most especially might have been a good friend to her.

"I like it, too," Dutch agreed. For now — for he suspected there would be at least one more move before he and the seal hunters were settled together as they meant to be.