Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

:D

heda nodded, slowly at first and then with more energy. she liked the idea of being here alone with bartholomew, waking each day to some gentle lesson or another. perhaps a run. maybe she would show him how the hunt the many kinds of birds which nested on the cliffs off the green hill. 
and he would help her heal.
which would require talking to him.
which she was not ready to do, but the idea came easier now. his smile was quick and small and suffused his face with something bright, more than sunlight. "don't think i'm good company even on my best day," she murmured. hunger settled upon her like a cape. "i could hunt again for us?"