Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

she cried.

some empathetic tether had his own eyes gloss softly. her sobs the kind that only came from healing. not even the most skilled medics in the world could cease this kind of pain. this was not his first look at it —

once again he thought of dove. she had wept so feverishly towards the end —

heda softened his heart further. such an ugly and selfish thing, he thought, to be so deeply touched by the display of her fleeing agony. he only prayed that each sob lightened her soul. that the load of whatever had set such anguish into her was at least a little bit easier to carry now.

her words stunned him into a more prolonged silence. slowly, tenderly, he rolled to his feet and then sat next to her. unspeaking still as he considered the right line of words here. one misspeak ruined a whole moment for forgiveness and love.

for a moment he wondered if there were any words at all. but, ah.

i will give you that place here, when you are ready to accept such a thing into your heart, heda.

no judgement.

his home and heart were open to her, like God welcomed all his children, just as a true disciple should display.