Wheeling Gull Isle one of my turns

But the ghostgirl did turn to her, and it was not long before she was being bombarded with questions that were almost fired too quick for her to process.  Her mouth opened and shut once, twice before a noise caught in the back of her throat.

To the first question, she simply gave a shake of her head.  No name.  To the second, Hurt me.  And to the third she would remain tight-lipped.  She wanted all of her babies to stay together, she had thought they would all be safe with Alexander, but now she wondered.  And she missed them.

She sighed, moving close to the broken girl as her demeanor shifted into something sorrowful, and she made to press her chin to the girl's crown.