Wheeling Gull Isle she’s a 10 but…

He didn’t just want her to be frank, he needed the clarity. When Heda spoke, he listened closely, though he wasn’t entirely sure he was following. He tried, though mostly Caracal got caught up in the mentions of his own involvement. His heart pounded with a confused sort of hope, especially when she grasped for his paw again. He took hers instantly between his own.

Well, I definitely don’t have any arguments with God or Sweetharbor, he said, wondering if that was a silly thing to say. He then went on to admit, I’m not totally sure I understand but… I want to, Heda. If you can bear with me, I want to figure this out, like I promised you we would, he finished earnestly.

He raised their gathered paws and kissed the knuckles of her pale toes. Just tell me what I need to do, his eyes said.