Wheeling Gull Isle And so she was

“Meika's slak, Gailiv. It is nice to meet you,” Natshana bobbed her head once more, this time with respect and in greeting. “I am Natshana, an apothecary by trade but also a healer to Yuèlóng, should you ever require it.” Her eyes regarded her newfound packmate, watching as she appeared to struggle with something in her eye. Tilting her head to the side, she remained where she was as she spoke again, “Do not rub it. Blink. Your tears should flush whatever it is, out.” Without freshwater, Natshana couldn’t clean the foreign body out of Gailiv’s eye. Salt water would only burn and irritate it further. “What is your trade?” she wondered, hoping to progress the conversation.