Wheeling Gull Isle no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand

This one was more gruff in her administrations, but he almost preferred that. There wasn't as much conversation. She arrived, she tended his physical wounds, and she would leave in time. There was little he could do but lay there and be cared for, making her order to hold still an unneccessary component of the situation. He wanted to move, to get up and run, but the body was so frail and in such disarray - so he could only lay there as she applied what she came to apply, and he watched her with a single roaming eye.