Wheeling Gull Isle healed

he had not meant to wake her. aware that most of her work here was more physical than his own. even her own worshiping seemed to be done of the physical. a hunter, blessing the meals and gods. a guardian, protecting the flock upon the isle.

i can let you rest,

he whispered, setting the bundle of lavender near her. a warm look in his eyes.

and yet he did not remove himself, until she would tell him to.