Wheeling Gull Isle paperback dreams in their deep dose,

Ava clutched at him and Caracal very gingerly held onto her, making soothing, shushing noises as he gently nosed her forehead. He opened his mouth to tell her she didn’t have to move, that he would call for help. But then he felt her slipping out of his grasp. She took a shaky step, then another, and that decided it for him.

Placing a paw gently on her shoulder, he said, If it hurts too much, sit still. I’ll call for someone.

He just hoped they would come. Caracal thought of @Heda first and foremost, of course, but when he raised his voice—garbled by saltwater, shaky and weak—he cast a wide net, fishing for any of the souls in Sweetharbor to come to their aid.