Wheeling Gull Isle you oughta know

She'd never been sure about Bartholomew, and his weird religion. Or the other zealots that had followed.

But she did have faith in Heda, who had helped her in a material way, a physical way. Upon the young woman's news, she grasped to each word, and smiled at the end.

You want to have kids here, Blueberry repeated, nodding. As long as you stick around—I wanna help you. I wanna make sure whoever's on the island is happy. That it's not. . .

She struggled for the right word.

That it's forever, for them, Heda, she managed, throat tight. That it'll be there for them, no matter what.