Wheeling Gull Isle and when you move, I'm moved

“We rebuild,” Seelie answered softly, her tufted ears flickering uneasily atop her skull. Undersea had lost so many, and in the days to come they would likely lose more. “Dawn — ” she whispered, and shook her head. She didn’t have the words to apologize to the girl for her mate’s disloyalty to her and to the Morningside family. “Am sorry,” she breathed, and bent her head and shoulders to the girl, humbling herself before her erstwhile ally and cousin as her lips trembled with unspoken grief. “Am sorry.”