Wheeling Gull Isle saying she is lost, and choking on hello

Yes, she murmured in agreement, folding her tail 'round and close to her paws. It was if she was trying to make herself smaller, to sink into the earth and with Jaes's grace, bring Mou and the children down with her. If they could just escape, find safety. . .

I wouldn't trust Redhawks with a bit of prey, Maegi admitted. She'd seen them kill Miraak, after all. And the wounds they'd inflicted upon Cicero had killed him, too. They'd taken from her, even if they had given her perhaps the greatest blessing of all—her mate and their children. This. . . I want to get to know him first. See if he's anything like the rest of them.

But Niamh had changed. The three of them had found accord before her death. And if the fierce golden woman could be redeemed in Maegi's eyes, then maybe anyone could. Well. Almost anyone.