Wheeling Gull Isle resist

This was all she needed to hear. Although the hurt might remain a while longer, Doe's Shadow was forgiven. They'd found each other again, and Moorhen was going to stick to her like glue. "Okay," she said, voice matter-of-fact. She spared a fretful thought for Poet, but what could be done? She could not go back to the valley, and she was not sure that Poet would leave.

But those were thoughts for another time.

"Sleepy," she said to the Shadow, tail whisking sheepishly. "Where to... um..." She trailed off, not sure what to ask. What she wanted was for the Shadow to show her where she slept, and then they could curl up together and Moorhen was obviously never going to give her another moment alone. Just in case. But it seemed crass to say this, and in any case, that was too many words for Moorhen's tired, frazzled mind to come up with.