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

At least that was something. She was put at ease, only to fall into concern once more at Jakoul's following words. Uncertain? Maegi asked, a shiver running through her. But she's okay. . .right? She's safe?

Uncertainty she could deal with—that came with youth. Just so long as Sakhmet was safe and healthy.

They finally reached the area where Mou and Maegi, and perhaps a few others, had made their dens. She found an unoccupied hollow carved out beneath the knobbled roots of an old tree and nodded toward it, glancing toward her old friend.

You can rest here. Mou and I sleep just over there, she said, smiling shakily but softly. I'm so glad we're together again. . .that you're here.

Here, of all places! Fate was so strange in bringing such different parts of her life into unison.