Wheeling Gull Isle the hour of death

It was all he needed to hear — and he fell to pieces beside her, burrowed against the dark of her blue-black coat, holding her close and feeling her warmth. The boy was a mess again but he knew he had a place to hide, so at least now he could try and -- and -- Titmouse wasn't sure. He didn't know what to do without Maegi, and upon realizing he was directionless even here, broke out in more sobs. He had to get a handle on these emotions or else he'd have to explain things, and right now Titmouse didn't have it in him to rehash all the things that had gone wrong since his dispersal from the island. So he held Seelie close, he cried, and when he could breathe again he'd follow her to somewhere much more private so that he could rest a while.