Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

bitterness seeped from her again, but now its bite did not seem so unbearable — and he understood it better now. her wound had just been ripped open and not the illness ran freely.

he would not hold it against her.

would you like my company for this hunt? he did not offer himself so freely now. it would be important for her healing to decide when and how she indulged company.

he would simply be happy he had reached her, either way.