Wheeling Gull Isle ≡ Invitations

I fled here. Her thoughts are ambushed with what she should've done, and yet she argued that the past was the past and could not be undone. She was unscathed, healthy. She knew there were likely to be no survivors. She would say she had been lucky, but grief was...impressively overbearing.

He is quick to jump to the conclusion that he can be the one to help her. She is charmed at his immediate need to extend a hand to help someone in need. She is also mildly ashamed that she is the one in need. Still, she appreciates him.

  She follows him to a more remote location than she stood before (if that was even possible) and noted that it seemed more fashionable a place to spend a night; or a few.

  "You're exceptionally kind," Her expression is softened and she stares at him warmly now, "Why?" The word sprang forth without much thought. She had always known kindness within her family, but when it came to strangers she knew they had no reason to be kind. More so, she had known them to have an aggressive streak. He didn't owe her anything.