Wheeling Gull Isle healing prayers

the idea that there was someone who did not leave evaded heda. she found disbelief inside herself, mingled with frustration over the idea that maybe bartholomew was right.
the way he talked about god reminded heda that he had lived far longer. he seemed settled in a way that felt unattainable for her.
she swallowed and stayed as she was. "even if you do bad things?" she asked, muted, timid, feeling the tiny vibrating buzz of her own voice against his flesh and bone.