Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

"heda." tybault medeiros, surely a vaunted name somewhere else. hers was simple next to his own. the man was conversational but she found herself curious about his interest in her. she was not sure she had experienced it since ensio, but they had only been kids then.
"i did," the island wolf told him simply, her golden eyes warm at the edges. "traveling didn't satisfy me. being home made me whole."
and sweetharbor was that.