Wheeling Gull Isle kasheho

Okay, his head was a little bit more clear now. His stomach felt soured, like he'd gorged himself on old meat - and when the long-faced man asked after his hunger, the boy started to nod but then stopped, looking all the more unsettled by the motion.

Nn, no, just-t, c-c-cold, sir.

There were others? The long-faced man looked to the woman, so Mo followed that gaze and glanced between the two of them. Everything was spinning for a second so he braced himself against the nearest body.

Mojag's breaths quaked out of him as he adjusted his weight, nosing awkwardly against the stranger's shoulder until he was more in control of his exhausted body, and sagged back. Sorry! Sorry...