Wheeling Gull Isle rughagon

he saw a girl where there was a woman.

he saw something of an earlier heda in her face and voice. uncertainty. only miseria did not seem to bring anger or hurt with her. only uncertainty, a lacking of a path.

but that was what bartholomew was here for, no?

you are already on the right track. to wish to do things for the harbor. you need not be the best at anything, or even good for that matter. he spoke with calmness, warmth. a kindness reached far in his gaze for her alone in these moments.

you wish to learn of a God, don't you?