Cerulean Cape raised hands

she was miserable.

bartholomew loved the miserable. he loved the healing, the process, the work put into these things. it busied his body and soul.

you should assume an invitation.

he told her, warm as the summer breeze.

i intend to invite you, to regain your strength and feast. i even have a private place of the island to offer, where you may be in peace.

God smiled upon the miserable.