Wheeling Gull Isle kongeda

She didn’t answer right away. Caracal waited patiently, gazing at her in mild concern. Maybe she was about to be sick again. There was probably no more efficient place to vomit than in moving water, he supposed, although that made him wonder: would this count as seasickness?

Her voice interrupted his thoughts. He blinked, registering what she’d said. He nodded. Caracal would stay if she wanted, though he knew she preferred quiet and solitude for her devotions.

Okay, I’ll take this, he said, gesturing at the dead shark, back to our place. Then I’ll go gather some more of the meds. Meet you back there later?

Unwilling to leave her without it, Caracal waded into the shallows to place a kiss on her cheek. He then gently pressed his forehead against her neck. Please make her feel better, he thought prayerfully before withdrawing, leaving his wife in God’s hands.