Wheeling Gull Isle I've been watching him for my entire life

heda saw he was quite ill. "hey, hold still. stop moving," she softly ordered in a voice that held the vague tones of an elder sister. she followed him along the sand until he heeded, then looked over his tormented young body.
"i need you to be still. i'm going to bring you water." but not until the stranger spoke did heda intend to move away. her golden eyes watched his downed form with worry.