Wheeling Gull Isle finrona

jasmine was pretty and nice to boot. heda felt guilty all over again. "oh, no, not at all," she demurred at once. "i've just — i don't sleep well. so it's like, what else is there to do? well i go and fish and swim and think about going into the lion's den."
as if jasmine wanted to know about that!
"what's your, like, favorite thing to look at? i can find someplace on the island kinda like it, i bet," heda announced, the hint of a smile decorating her jawline as she lifted her chin confidently.