Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

she had been strong.

brought down by something that was not unusual. this would be something to work upon, to comfort and discuss. heal.

but not before other eyes, other strangers.

you may go rest, if you wish, miseria. he whispered, he would not keep her here before an audience when she may crumble. but his gaze carried concern and compassion in a twist.

her decision to stay or go would be respected either way.

there was still the matter of the man.

do you carry a name, seafarer?