Wheeling Gull Isle harmony

so bartholomew felt it also. heda let out a sigh and moved closer to him, as much to offer comfort as to seek it. "i'm not sure." she bit her lip, focused on the not-so-distant waves which lapped their shoreline. "i think we should give him the opportunity."
sweetharbor was a haven. if mo wanted to quit that haven then he should be allowed, no matter how it made them feel. and yet she was resistant, thinking of the boy as a brother.