Wheeling Gull Isle healing prayers

a treat at the tide pools. these things take time.
they fit together like a mantra. heda wanted to ask to wait till morning but the elation in bartholomew's voice pulled her into some new sort of energy. "now," she decided at once.
heda was straightening and stretching, surreptitiously dabbing at her eyes to dry them. and when she turned to look at him again, some light had returned to her countenance.
she was ready to follow.