Wheeling Gull Isle do no harm

To the shadowsilk empath, Maegi’s shyness was palpable. Seelie loved the pale ghost dearly, but worried that they hadn’t reached the level of insouciance she craved. She turned her attention to their patient, feeling that perhaps if some of the attention was diverted, Maegi might grow more comfortable with her intrusion. She stretched out across from Titmouse and touched her nose briefly to his. “Maegi meet new friend,” she commented softly, smiling. “Maegi help — um, save Teamouse life. Thank you.”