Wheeling Gull Isle healed

"it has." heda let her shoulders relax and her eyes travel out toward the sea. "i guess i wasn't expecting so many to join us." and for the first time she said us without thinking; a collective inside the growing ranks of sweetharbor.
maybe an othering of sorts, though she did not mean it.
"are you ready to lead so many?" heda asked, her sungold eyes moving to the gentle eyes, the soft curling fur which framed his face. "you are the one they came to hear, you know. you — tell us how to talk to god. teach us."