Wheeling Gull Isle by the sea

the presence of caracal's arm around her was so surprising that heda found she had nothing to say on that account. it was not unpleasant, but there was some wordless part of her that wondered in the same silence and unformed thought if his touch now meant more than the intimacy of a friend.
she smiled quietly to hear that caracal had invited her friend and mireille to the island. "it will be good to see them," heda said, thinking with a tiny relief of the possiblity that soon, she and her sapphique friend would go away for a little while.