Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

Crying laughing because my phone keeps trying to make me call her Head

Heda. It was a simple, pretty name — or maybe he just thought that because she was pretty? He remembered that he should pay attention to what she was saying, and tuned back in as she was saying that being home made her whole. Well... that was a good reason, actually. Tybault thought of Ophelia, then, and looked away for a moment.
When he looked back, his gaze was thoughtful. What would you do if it was gone one day? Your island. For once, he wasn't trying to be malicious with the question. It was clear something else was on his mind as he asked, something that had nothing to do with islands or even Heda.