Wheeling Gull Isle healed

heda studied bartholomew in that moment, truly watched him. 
he was afraid. she was not certain if she should commit to that perception of the man. but he was flesh and blood like anyone else. maybe he was.
heda reached to pat his paw with her own, pressing it softly. her eyes were filled with something beyond light: the first confidence of a woman growing into herself. "i have faith in you. i know that you can." she inhaled, a small wan smile curving her mouth. "this is the first place i've felt real."