Wheeling Gull Isle stand by the stairway, you'll see something

Oh, she murmured at his explanation, lips remaining rounded even after the word had slipped away. She stared at him with fascination, wondering how much he remembered about his Redhawk childhood. Then she looked at the pups, and her mouth slowly stretched outward, into a smile. Peregrine. I. . .I like it.

She returned her eyes to Mou. The boy? Or one of the girls? Blueberry seemed settled, but the other three's monikers seemed nebulous. As much as she wanted to honor her past on the island, something about their names stirred up sadness within her.

Perhaps because she would likely never see Rokig, Reed or Venninne again.