Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

miseria was quick.

he found himself grateful for her and her kind acts here. perhaps this was her first step towards his own ways. acts were just as good as words, he had come to learn.

miseria, he addressed her with warmth. the sea has brought us a guest.

perhaps it would have been humorful if not for the poor state. even mo had arrived to them better than this and he was but a boy.

but he had not been so tattered, so scarred. kissed by whatever awful pain kept this man down.

i ask you to stay, until you are fully recovered. then you may decide if you wish to stay beyond that or not.

he moved to place the hare that had been brought before the man. then carefully settled the lavender closer. wondering if the scent might ward off the pain the sea had brought.

wishful thinking, he knew.

but surely God watched over them now, knowing the things that might come next — and bartholomew could only handle them as they did.