Wheeling Gull Isle healing prayers

as with all things, it seemed the first words had simply been a gateway to something else. and he felt something heavy and awful in his gut for the next words she spoke.

his brows furrowed and although he sat next to her, he let her keep her privacy. unwilling to look to her face yet in case he might see something in those eyes she did not wish for him.

and who was he, heda? there was an edge in his voice now that had not been there before. something protective and grim. he felt ugly for the sudden well of emotion.

he loathed the idea of somebody being here when he was not, possibly fouling heda's mood.