Wheeling Gull Isle "one day at a time," is what they tell us

They tried their best, and it seemed to be enough. Whatever Maegi had done was enough apparently; the foam dribbled away and a few moments later, with some sputtering, the boy was abruptly awake. His one golden eye opened a crack, then widened in surprise as the full brunt of the body's pain registered throughout — he sucked back a gasp with a crocodile-snap of his teeth.

The faces that swam in his limited vision were merely that - idle faces, figments he could not place. Scents overwhelmed him; the salt of everything, the musky, herbaceous notes of medicine. The many layers of the strangers scents — and in a panic, the body spasmed with intent to rise and escape, but the boy was too weak and could only shudder in pain.