Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

poor caracal! he had even given her medicine for it! when heda could speak again, she took a moment to delicately wipe her bittered mouth, sweeping the tears of effort away as well. 
"i'm going to eat that shark," she declared with a weak little laugh, though her chin tilted with resolution. "it's a good and sweet meat. it won't go to waste."
slowly heda stood, accepting caracal's nearness enough to lean on him a moment while her head cleared. and then she pulled away, moving back down the sandline to the water itself until it touched her elbows, lapping softly as heda rinsed her mouth.