Wheeling Gull Isle always laughing in the midst of power

there had been several attacks on the woman’s body, and yet she lived. ying might have considered the effort to hoard life futile, but knew that she owed some respect for the great effort it must have taken. would she have been willing to endure the same?

adjusting herself, she took on a slightly less imposing posture to give the stranger some comfort. i’m impressed, ying admitted, you must be strong. but she was also young, and ying could not help but to wonder how she’d ended up in this situation.

did a nurse help you? she asked next. surely, there was someone on this island who knew about the art of medicine and healing, if only to soothe the pain.