Wheeling Gull Isle they are two alone

Her smile grew wider as her husband met her with a kiss, head lifting to press into the embrace. Mou, she purred, then motioned toward Blueberry, who had ceased her howling and now goggled up at her father with wide, still-blue eyes. Your daughter is finding her voice.

Maegi had never been one for small talk, though. With a sigh, she forged right ahead. Have you had any encounters with Phox? she asked, gaze gently inquisitive—but undoubtedly worried. Does he remember who you are?

She feared what would happen if—when?—he figured it out. There was no love lost between Mou and the Redhawks, and that wasn't surprising, from what she had heard. She didn't judge him in the least; she'd done worse. But he had certainly earned the ire.

There was some mud on Prevost's ear, and she began to groom the girl, who almost immediately tried to wriggle from her grasp. Maegi clutched her daughter tight, awaiting Mou's reply.