Wheeling Gull Isle crawl out of your cave

His shoulders shrugged softly as he tried to figure out how much time he had spent back here. Two months maybe. It hadn't been that long exactly but time was creeping by to that point and he had no intentions of leaving. Not to mention he wasn't great with tracking time. It had never been a priority for him during his life.

He slumped down onto his rear near the male. I figure Strand has questioned you plenty already, eh? Sure, he could have fired off a billion and one questions but what was the point if the male had already been interrogated? He could just go ask the island's young dictator.