Wheeling Gull Isle i will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky

She saw Rokig's face fall, and a feeling wholly unfamiliar to her bloomed within, suffusing her with--guilt? She felt bad, that she had made his mood drop. She'd never been one for empathy, as she'd been so sheltered through her childhood, but she realized now that words had power. And while that was a good thing, it could be bad, as well. Especially when it regarded a friend.

Maegi brushed her shoulder against his in silent apology, giving him a long, gentle stare before responding, "Not yet. I wanted--" She cut off, thinking of the woman who'd died. Blood everywhere, her pups abandoned. "When Mur and Fern were born, their mother died right in front of me. I was scared that would happen again. I don't want Coelacanth to die."

For once, she clued Rokig into her vulnerable side, the broken shell of a girl left behind by Skullchaser. "So I've been waiting until they're older. Have you seen them?"