Wheeling Gull Isle los caracolitos te esperan en la orilla

Maera was more than ready to let the whole thing fall into the back of her head and be forgotten, but her companion didn't seem in much of a hurry to leave it. Again he questioned if she was alright and Maera noting the humor that tinged his voice decided to reply with a playfulness in her voice as as well, "ya, that's pretty much the only thing im sure about these days " she bantered, the tip of her tail twitching as slowly, all anxiety was replaced with a sort of amusement and curiosity for the man.

"are you alright?" she asked then, her eyes seeking his.
He seemed perfectly fine, yet Maera felt as though asking was not only the polite thing to do, but pretty much what she had to be doing given that she was here to lend a paw. Even if it seemed it was her who needed it.