Wheeling Gull Isle no resentment ever evened out a weaker hand

He heard them, yes. Repeating the same things — Mou, they kept calling him, Mou, was that his name? An odd sound. He wanted to repeat it and opened his mouth, but only air breathily entered and exited him, soundless. With a sigh he stopped.

The dark girl continued to talk to him, to comfort him, even kiss at his face. He didn't know who she was to him — but she cared deeply, that much was certain. Although Mou could not speak, and he was weak and in terrible pain, he had to make contact somehow — so he reached for Seelie with his nose, probing at her face with it, and meekly returned her affection with a flick of his tongue.