Wheeling Gull Isle and waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head

Orochi had a habit of letting his emotions take over his senses. A jolt of shock ran down his spine when Huā addressed him. He stumbled forward, turned around, and shook his head.

I'm fine, he grumbled before sniffing the air. There was something different about it, about her. Some pungent scent overlayed the salty breeze.

Are you ok? His face twisted into a perplexed expression. You seem different.