Wheeling Gull Isle Set aside your rules

And yet after what Aiolos said, Mal still felt it was somehow his own failure to not be able to bring her out of that funk. He couldn't win. I want to do more for her. It's hard. Note his lack of smile, the world-worn attitude. How could he help her when he was suffering himself? He'd be completely willing to shoulder whatever of Hua's burdens she could, even if it would crush him -- it would help her, so it would be worth it. It was kind of Mal's thing, he wanted to fix any of the problems he could for the people that he cared for. It was the least he could do, it was what they deserved. But I'll do what I can. It was all he could do.

I can talk to Aibreann about it. Not that he knew what lay ahead. She wouldn't do so, but the real weight to that wouldn't be known until after. It wasn't a good year for Mal. Hunting is no problem. Or won't be once I know the land better. Which was fair enough. But he wondered how he should split his time.