Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

Tenderly her paw blankets the treasure, glinting a faint periwinkle under the moon's light. "I will cherish it," the wisp rasps with a small quirk of her lips, honesty hiding beneath the playful lilt of her language. Gingerly, she pulls it to her - seeming to pat it once gently after nestling it betwixt her paws. 

Her words die and the silence curls 'round her shoulders with the weight of unspoken fear. 

Do you regret coming here? Are you put out with me because I can't give you more yet? 

Are you going to leave? 

Such a thought stills her heart with fright, violet gaze shyly seeking his uncertainly. 

"Are you happy here?" She dared to venture, ruined gaze finding the sea once more - unable to meet his warm eyes. "With us?" 

With me?