Wheeling Gull Isle xvii. a girl with ache in her eyes and plucked skin

She hesitated. What was she hiding? Something troubled her to make her pause and rephrase. Should he worry? Probably not. He wasn't going to ask should it trouble their relationship. He could ask another time, perhaps. When they were closer. 

He nodded gently, thinking about his time here already. It was good.
"I'm no sea-wolf. I was born for the mountains but I like it here. It's a new scene." A change he felt he needed. He was reinvented and he was starting again. If only he could find Mor.
Alas, found or lost forever, he could live here with Aristos.