Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

There was something wrong with her. She seemed so... Calm. Unaffected. The chill she held wasn't strong but it was enough to make him notice, and Mou just wanted to squish up close to her all the more. Maybe she was cold now because she'd gone beyond wiggly and into some sort of near-death frightfest that he couldn't possibly fathom. His nervousness abated when she spoke though, because it was the same old Maegi — looking out for him, asking him if he was okay, and hardly thinking of herself. She would be okay and they'd make sure of it.

He couldn't say much about his current state, but his mobility was evidence of the medic's abilities. Without Maegi he'd never have been able to walk again; if not for Hemlock, Reed, Seelie — he felt a stinging in his good eye as he thought about this but any sheen was gone before it could collect, blinked away as he squished shut his eye and nuzzled close.

She still smelled like poppy. Medicinal. Comforting, in a way. He was just glad she was still here with him.