Wheeling Gull Isle skaiflaya

He recognized the gentle touches as those of a caring adult, something deeply appreciated in the fractured soul of the boy. He sat there for a time after she had left him, before hauling his aching body to its feet and laying beside the hunk of fish, tearing into it’s flesh.

When she came back, his eyes flashed from the fish to her, and he watched as she brought water close. He coughed a brief note that could have been a word, and spent a few minutes coughing and clearing his throat before he managed to speak.

Where…am I? And..I don’t remember your name. If she’d given it to him at all. Aquillius hadn’t exactly been able to hang on to most of the events of the previous day.