Cerulean Cape raised hands

they seemed unwell.

the father in his heart wished to keep her far from the island, away from the girls who called it home.

the priest in him deeply wished to heal her. he could put her in the lion's den, secluded, until the light of God might shine upon her.

blessed we found one another. he spoke, warm and unafraid.

are you tired? hungry?

he was the gentle hand of God, come to scoop her up and deliver her from evil.