Wheeling Gull Isle an island, a peninsula

Thankfully, the woman does not press the issue, instead assuring him that this place, this was where he could have a better future. A promise. Just like Augustus. Where another might have been skeptical of her words, Ruvik was in far too fragile a state to think the kind woman anything but genuine. Fear of The Savior still caused his heart to race, and his legs quivered from exhaustion. He no choice but to accept.

As she presses her nose against his cheek, the boy sucks in a breath, unused to the gentle touch. He rises ever so slightly, though still keeps himself lower than the woman - his queen. "Th-thank you," he says quietly.