Wheeling Gull Isle another roadblock in our way

Sure enough, she gave Mou a grimace, stepping back to shake herself out. Her sides were heaving, breath and heart both coming fast. It had been peak foolishness to jump into the water like she had. But when she saw the young woman, heard her words of gratitude, Maegi forgave herself. It had been worth it.

The w-waves are hard to swim through on a g-g-good d-day, she remarked, teeth also chattering as she forced them into a smile. The situation merited some levity after what they'd been through. With these storms, it's almost impossible.

She watched her husband lick the girl's face dry, and her stomach plummeted. She wasn't much older than Miseria or Hypnos; the sight of Mou being fatherly brought equal parts sadness and yearning within her. Her eyes were latched upon him for several long moments, captivated by his tenderness. 

Then she shook herself again, bringing herself back to the present. What brings you here? Maegi asked gently, looking at the girl—who wasn't, she realized now, Fen, but rather, a new face. Fear of the Redhawks subsided, at least for the time being.