Wheeling Gull Isle you were a comet... and i lost it...

The grey yearling, surprise at his heart at her sudden change of behavior, nodded. The man still held his gripes with him, which was fair. Deserved. He was half-expecting them to continue their fury, to never again call his name - not that they had ever even spoken it to begin with. 

I will. Thank you for your kindness, ma'am and sir. I bid well upon you and your family. 

Hviske padded for the mainland without another word.