Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

yes, he said, and even though she couldn't see his face, heda knew it was solemn. he had hid from god and he had been found all the same. but then it sounded as if he had run away to chastise himself. their stories aligned here, she thought, though before this moment heda had never considered that she was punishing herself.
the corridor opened into a room of azureite stone. reflections of sunlight upon water danced over the walls, and them both. 
she looked at bartholomew. "why were you hiding?" her own tones were somber. heda still did not think he had done anything so bad, but she was starting to learn that 'bad' was measured in far different ways.