Wheeling Gull Isle maybe i should start at the end

fading alright?

Nukilik shakes her head, pretending she doesn't need it. By the looks of it, she did- the girl could barely hang on to the conversation anymore. Or am I putting her to sleep? Huā laughs mentally to herself, though her face remains poker. But Nuka tells her not to worry, and reluctantly, she hums agreement. Huā wanted to remain and dote over the sickly in the same way she would dote over the more timid of her cousins- but she was already getting the feeling that this one did not want to be pitied. The trade of hunter was enough to hint at a strength.

Huā didn't want to offend by treating her like a child, so she stepped back. The stormy girl's lashes seem to hover at half-mast and Huā could tell she was sleepy. Quietly, then, came her voice like a whisper- Nuka, I leave you alone now? So you can rest, okay? She tests, wondering whether the girl would be awake long enough to answer. Her eyes wander back to that pathetic fish still sitting there, getting less and less fresh by the minute. Oh well- maybe she'd eat it upon awakening.