Wheeling Gull Isle shouklaka

He knew the joke was made with good intentions, though it made the tips of his ears burn as red hot as they looked. Caracal steadied himself with a breath. It was so stupid to feel emasculated by such a small, well-meaning comment, he was just feeling so vulnerable…

Heda distracted him with a confession of her own. Caracal blinked at her, returning her earlier squeeze. So, his suspicions had been right. More than anything, he was honored that she’d decided to actually share this with him. Caracal didn’t enjoy this feeling of vulnerability but at least it was mutual.

Shit, that’s hard. Have you considered yeeting him off the island so you can focus on your one true love? he asked lightly, leaning into her. Wait. Do you know how he feels?

It sounded like it was unrequited, else why would there be lines of pain around her eyes right now? He waited, hoping for her sake that his initial impression was wrong.