Blackfeather Woods my legs refused to walk away

She was grateful for the change in subject, for the chance to talk about lighter things. Maegi smiled softly, her eyes slitting half-shut as she thought of the island. The smell of salt rose around her; she swore she could hear the nearby murmur of waves. It was poignant, and surprisingly. . .real. The only two places she thought of in this detailed way were Blackfeather Woods. . .and Wheeling Gull Isle.

They were kind, and loving, Maegi said quietly, her lids lifting to stare dreamily at Relmyna. I did not deserve them, but they took me in anyway. They have the biggest hearts of anyone I've ever met. Oh, Coelacanth. Venninne. Dear Reed. A ripple of homesickness overcame her, nauseating, and she looked away, gritting her teeth.

She would have to return, eventually, to visit. But what if Relmyna were to die soon? Maegi's duties as Listener would preclude her from any travels.

Would she ever see them again?