Wheeling Gull Isle i've got wide, staring eyes

She smiled at Reed's admission. Maegi felt much the same way. Children were innocent, untouched by the horrors of life. They were kind, if sometimes brutally honest, and they wore their hearts on the outside. Mur and Fern were two of her favorite wolves on the island, and, if she took the time to get to know Coelacanth's and Stockholm's children better, they might worm their way into Maegi's heart as well.

"I haven't seen them since my Mitexi," Maegi answered, shaking her head. She shrugged. "I don't know what's keeping me from them. Just. . .don't know." She was at a loss, looking away. Perhaps Reed thought her uncaring, that she didn't take the time out of her day to visit the new guppies.

Her eyes met the young healer's again, after a moment of silence. "I'm fine, though," she continued, her voice a little wooden. "You don't need to worry about me." Well, on the contrary--but Maegi would never admit that. Much too proud for that.