Wheeling Gull Isle but i was hedging my bets at vbs

Judah has prevailed through the wrath of the sea, even as Dinah drips with a coating of briny water and flecks of white foam. Her eyes crinkle as she opens her mouth to present her gift; the little gray shell that which she saved from being swept away!
But then her glee melts into concern. He is concerned. I'm okay! Look! she whirls around in a little dance, kicking wet sand up behind her as she lopes toward him and careens into his side, the shell dropped safely where the tide cannot reach it. She didn't want to give him a heart attack; not today, not ever.
Her lip juts out as she lowers her head to examine it once more, turning her head to gauge his reaction. Do you like it? It's gray, but it's not a rock.