Wheeling Gull Isle [BOO!] stage 5: acceptance

I'm totally not bawling rn

Time was irrelevant when you were dead. She didn't know how long it had taken between this moment and the last she remembered of Mou's earthly being.

It didn't matter.

Look at you, she murmured, burrowing into his embrace. She'd never known him like this. He positively glowed.

They were on the island, and things were right. More right than they had ever been.

Right enough that she knew they both had slipped the mortal coil.