Wheeling Gull Isle skaiflaya

Heda continued to speak, and the boy opened his eyes again, one still clenched shut. He looked up at the older girl, ears wilting back. Gold went back to the fish.

What mission? Do you have need of someone to do something? He latched onto the idea with a vengeance, breath hitching higher. This was how he could be useful! How his failure could be remedied! His breathing grew harsher as he tried to haul himself up.

I-I can do it!

The desperate want to be useful to someone curled in his veins, despite his bruised body.