Wheeling Gull Isle meizen

"hey."
she'd left him alone, left him alone for hours and hours, until the sky darkened and the lash of the sea echoed in the still night beginning to glisten with starlight.
and then heda left her restless bed atop the greenhils and went to find @Bartholomew, unarmed with either food nor a closed heart.
she settled in front of him, not beside, and searched his face. "will you talk to me?"