Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

heaven.

was this a man of the cloth who had washed ashore? was bartholomew so blessed to have been sent a priest from the sea itself?

not yet, was all he offered back. fatherly. quiet. for his true first task was to nurse the man back to some semblance of health.

the man could not stand with much success. perhaps he should have guessed it, from the scars that rippled the man and the discomfort that bled into the physical and vocal. they were two willowy men and yet bartholomew questioned his ability to be able to carry the man.

especially by himself.

i can bring a meal, he offered with kind warmth. prepared to nourish the man here until he could move inland.

but without an answer, he was already calling upon their newest — @Miseria — to bring forth something cached and a small collection of lavender. things that could easily be found on the way here.

the lavender may do nothing for the man's physical state, but bartholomew thought it might do for the spiritual.