Wheeling Gull Isle immunity, long overdue

her exclamation stiffens him. he squeezes his eyes shut, afraid that he has done something wrong again. the birth mother had always barbed her children. she did not like it when they moved. she did not like it when they uttered their cries of hunger. everything about him was wrong so why should this possession that took him over be any different!

he'd never made a sound since he had settled in on the island. maybe he would just have to disappear. maybe then he would be good.

she pushes the rock towards him. the sound makes him open his eyes again. his tail begins to wag. for him. it was for him. he was not wrong. his stomach turned in knots. he felt like he was going to throw up.

he touches the rock. it's cold, but it's a comfort.

his savior's voice comes to him.

though all hell assail me, i shall not be moved
JESUS will not fail me, i shall not be moved
just like the tree that's planted by the water
i shall not be moved

though the tempest rages, i shall not be moved
on the rock of ages, i shall not be moved
just like the tree that's planted by the water
i shall not be moved

a shiver passes him over before he steadies himself. his stomach ceases its rocking. he meets her gaze again before stepping forward to close the distance, bestowing her a kiss on the chin if she were to allow it.