Wheeling Gull Isle healed

now it was heda's turn to blush, to feel heat spreading out across her collarbone. for a moment she could not find her voice. she wanted to argue with him, albeit gently, deny that she had brought anything aside for a mess he had to fix.
but he had, hadn't he? and heda knew if she said that, bartholomew would point out something like: it had been her choice to stay and to heal and to be taught.
she was surprised; it showed on her face. "but i'm — i don't know anything," heda laughed quietly. "what if i advised you to jump into the water or something?" another jest; heda hiding her want, her shock, below humour.