Wheeling Gull Isle My Order has detected an abnormal amount of transliminal energy

caracal had meant nothing by it. heda forgave him and focused all her energies on the injuries of their children. she felt chagrined by her doubt in her mate, and was happy to leave for a few minutes, bringing back a waterlogged sponge.
quietly she stood to one side as caracal made ana comfortable, pulling ava into her embrace for the same.
there was nothing to say. her mind fell to prayer and her ears were attentive to anything else her husband might say. after all, heda wasn't a healer. but he was, and so her trust was placed promptly upon them, even as she tried to quell the panic that still hadn't banked down inside her gut.
were they going to be okay?