Wheeling Gull Isle healing prayers

druid coughing. druid crying brokenly. "i can't imagine you doing bad things, bartholomew." her eyes hurt. a hot tear etched its way down her cheek into his fur all the same.
but god had waited. god had taken him back. heda was not yet ready to wonder if she was good enough to join her mentor.
her eyelids fluttered. she was so tired. it would be easy to close her eyes now. the last of the tension ebbed from heda. she could hear his heartbeat, and its comforting consistency steadied her, kept her from delving to sorrow once more.
"i have to go back to atautsikut," she mumbled. "to tell them i'm okay and i'm staying here. i don't want to be the one who leaves without saying anything."