Wheeling Gull Isle the songcord

It made no sense whatsoever, though part of him feared Heda had gone too, leaving him alone in a ghost town. Would he stay here all by himself? No, he realized he would go after her.

But she was here, he noted with a little puff of relief as she descended the slope to meet him. Their shoulders bumped as three solemn words fell from her lips.

Just us and this island, he rejoined lightly. Oh, and God, of course, he added, eyes shining on her face. Hey, I want to ask you something.