Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

Swordfish watched Lestan break down, speaking the possibilities for the world to hear. The boy felt inadequate to help with this situation. He did not have children of his own and he had only been a child when his life had been upended. How could he help a grieving man with a pain he didn’t understand? 

The bear-hunter shifted before he approached Lestan at his left side. He eased himself to his belly, the hairs of his haunch pressed to the other man’s body. 

If she’s dead- he sighed. If she’s dead then we bury her. An’ ya tell her how much ya love her. An’ then y’know she’s at peace. As for the other hypothetical… Swordfish did not know what had happened to fracture this family. He knew nothing about Blossom, or her mother, or why her father had been left sobbing beside the sea. 

How can ya know what she wants til yer there and ya hear it from her? Swordfish shook his head, exhaling sharply. All this wonderin’… s’just gonna eatcha up.