Wheeling Gull Isle they are for each other

Mou had stolen some time for himself. To sleep, gather his strength for the trip off the island which felt imminent. The call of his wife's voice roused him from an uneasy nap.

He trotted most of the way to where she waited, quick stepping, energized by the knowledge that work had to be done rather than any good cheer.

What good could be felt upon the loss of yet another home?