Wheeling Gull Isle fayaslais

it felt like that was all there was to say. heda stood awkwardly. nothing about her brother invited her to embrace him or invite him into her life.
the dreadfather was not a title that suggested her sibling wanted anything to do with who they were to one another.
her throat felt tight. constricted. she nodded quickly, refusing to give in to the sting of tears. 
everyone left in the end.
heda was suddenly and fiercely protective of the island. she didn't want bartholomew to come across them; she was afraid he might try to offer worripa a home. and heda wasn't — he left. he'd left her and changed his name. 
this island had to be kept as a paradise for her. a safe place. 
"you're right. i've — done a lot of growing." heda hoped he would leave now, and with that thought came the thrum of guilt.