Wheeling Gull Isle The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

Rhælla sent a smile his way, happy she had managed to settle his nerves. A thought popped into her head then, giving her pause, as she considered him with a careful look. 

Before she could phrase her concerns, he distracted her by asking what was next. "The forest?" The exile stated, more a question of affirmation than anything.

The worry lingered though, and as they skirted the roosting rocks of Longshore, Rhæ gathered the courage to break the silence.

"Connor?" She questioned softly, much as he had just done.

"Why did you ask - about the flooding I mean?" Something like fear pooled in her stomach, suddenly sensing that the answer was a tragic one. Her remaining eye pooled with concern, almost frightened to know what had occurred in his past.