Wheeling Gull Isle ≡ Invitations

From what she spoke next, the hurt became clear, and John’s ears flattened against his head. His eyes, wide with fear of what she had been through, how she did not tell him more. 

“You came here…? You must need rest, come, I will be sure you will eat.” He said, motioning for her to come, to follow him, if she would. He would at least make sure she was cared for. He would bring her to the lion’s den. “You may rest here” He told her, “I will bring food, to help build your strength. Should you choose to venture out from this place, you will need it.”