Wheeling Gull Isle sorrowing, sighing, breathing, dying

Although she did feel possessive over the boy - he'd been all she'd found on her desperate search for Thresher, after all - Moorhen didn't mind Coelacanth's nearness as long as she was not making him cry. She was a bit out of her depth when it came to soothing youngsters, having far more experience riling them up and then leaving their mother to calm them down again right before bed. So she simply follows the example set by her Aralez and brackets the boy with her own body against his back.

"Good boy," she agrees, straining to bathe his face in kisses before pillowing her head over his flank. Now, finally, she felt as though she could rest.