Wheeling Gull Isle after sundown, before sleeping, i am the worst

Hers.

Theirs.

It felt familiar in every way, it wrapped comfort around her tired bones. A gentle caress and reminder of when things had been right. They had shared a home and it had felt they would do such forever. Even time apart had not loosened the strong hold that the former Nona had on the once Morta. Jakoul would have shed and offered her very pelt if the woman had asked for it.

Despite the shadowy silence, perhaps Maegi would recognize the softer look on her sharp face. The kind that spoke of deep fondness and appreciation for the offer. One should would not turn down as she followed towards the trees. Uneven gait amplified by the sandy ground that sunk beneath each step.

Sakhmet would be the next topic. One that squeezed every vein in her heart and drained emotion from her. The children of her forest home had deserved the best, and she could not say that all of them received what they deserved. But the ruddy girl?

Seen. By pure chance. An exchange of words with a stranger who knew more than Jakoul had expected. Eventually led to a meeting between lost family. Something that Jakoul had held very near and dear to her in the harsh months of solitude. Especially so far from the things she had learned to know. Lives in far lands. The chopped sentence was hard to squeeze, but it was vital Maegi knew.

Remind of you. From what the dark woman had seen, Sakhmet had very much remained to the things she had been taught as a child.