Wheeling Gull Isle Jetsam

heda thought he must have almost drowned, strengthened by the streaming water from his nose. "malakai, go and get your father. or everett. we'll need help getting him near the den." again she moved closer, to where her face might fill the stranger's line of sight.
"we are godly," heda deferred in a voice suffused with wondering. "he's delivered you to sweetharbor." 
and that would be what she believed. softly she sought to slide an arm beneath his head, lifting him up from the waters. "are you in pain?" heda asked, too belatedly.