Wheeling Gull Isle Damselfish

There was no answering call on the sea winds, no hint that there was anyone else on that pitiful island but them. Swordfish grew frustrated. He had hoped that there would be a happy ending for Lestan, that they would reunite him with his daughter and he might… get better. Allowing these things to sink in, he felt his cheeks flush and his throat tighten.

Maybe some folks didn’t get better.

Lestan tucked near. Swordfish regarded him with concern on his young face. The look in the other man’s eyes was difficult to swallow. He looked even more dismal than he had been on the other side of the land bridge.

S’alright. Haven’t found a body, have we? A crude way to suggest that she must still be alive somewhere.