Wheeling Gull Isle do no harm

The medicine was swift to act within him. It was hard to stay awake and to focus, so he missed the passing of the dark wolf. Although he did not remember closing his eyes, when he opens them again Coelacanth is absent and the boy's eye fixates upon the white-furred healer. She is speaking; he hears her but doesn't at the same time, not at first, and gradually lifts his ears to catch her story. Her voice is sad — or maybe he expects it to be sad but instead, it seems certain, as if these were easy facts to describe.

When Maegi paused in her speech, the boy notices a fog has rolled across her vision and her face seems relaxed but still far more serious, like Reed almost, or maybe this was how he looked right now with the sleepiness descending. She calls him a ghost. If he was a ghost it would not be so bad, he thinks, but it is her next comment that sends a chill through him — I'm not sure whether I'm dead or alive.

Dreamily, he opens his mouth. A part of him remembers the physicality of speaking and he knows what to do, but there is no sound that emerges from him. Strangely, there is another memory and without thinking, the boy makes the ptero sign for -No-, it is sloppy and probably nonsensical to the medic however, Mou feels a familiarity with the effort. He shuffles and tries to drawn himself closer to Maegi, if only to reach and strain meekly with his torso, and place his chin near her feet.

He is trying to comfort her, but the effort of movement leaves him a bit winded, so he is left to sprawl, and soon is drifting with the medicine.