Wheeling Gull Isle harmony

the advisor nodded; she let out her breath with the nerves always experienced at the start of such prayers. heda was still becoming accustomed to leading them.
"dear god." a tiny, girlish voice that gathered volume. "we are coming to you about mo. we — we want him to be happy. and we want him to stay."
heda swallowed. "we — please guide him, lord. show him peace. even if he leaves sweetharbor, we want him to have that."
her heart felt heavy and yet without pain.