Wheeling Gull Isle don't be cautious, don't be kind

She paused as he addressed her, legs trembling beneath her gamine frame.

"Thank you." 

It was not enough to put her troubled mind at ease, but she did not want the boy to think she did not care for him.  She turned around and crouched next to his still-grounded form, perhaps too close for a civilized creature.

But she was a wild woman, and he was family now so long as he chose.  She loved him as she loved her children, Seelie, Komodo, Moorhen.  

Wecom. she queried, herr head cocked just slightly. Safe. Home.