Wheeling Gull Isle Life’s a beach.

Her words weren’t red anymore. Sable leaned into the touch for only a moment, then his skin crawled a bit and he pulled back. He’d never been the type for this amount of physical touch, just as easily overwhelming as sound to him.

Will miss you. Came his gentle sign, one green eye focusing on her until his other came back into sight.

She reassured them she wouldn’t die. And said she would come to see them. Sable inhaled shakily, looking to his sister again, before making a decision all his own.

When he was a little older, perhaps he and Junior could go see the world together. Maybe they’d even find their father. Internally, he snorted at that. Maxim was long gone from his memory, even his face was gone. The most solid memory he had was that time before he opened his eyes, when the hum registered in his head as belonging to father.

Sable shook himself all over. No need for that.