Wheeling Gull Isle immunity, long overdue

Dislike them, she did, but Dinah was far from heartless. 
She was surprisingly skilled at hiding her contempt from the darklings, as well as from everyone else; it's not as though she felt they noticed, anyways. Mama and Daddy were too busy for her and her brothers now. She wore her smiles well, though never did they reach her eyes. 
And today, after several hours of sanctuary on the shores of the isle, she brought back gifts. The first time she'd done so in days. 
She hands them out silently; shells, patterned rocks, a goosefeather, the empty shell of a hermit crab, a piece of sun-dried kelp. And then, she reaches Hierophant.
One thing Dinah noticed about all of these children was that they were incredibly fascinating to look at. Such strange coat patterns! Maybe it was because they were demons. Or why Mama and Daddy were so infatuated with them. 
But as a daughter of God, mercy and loving her neighbors was what she did. 
Here, she slides a marbled stone in the direction of the darkling baby, and grants him a thin-lipped, empty smile. is for you.