Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

She started to walk, and Tybault wasn't sure for a moment if he was meant to follow. Had he really been that much of an ass? But no, she wasn't hurrying away; there was something languid, inviting about the way she moved. He moved a little too abruptly to follow, as if someone had reached out and pulled him forward.
Then she said something that reminded him of Ophelia, and he wasn't sure what to do with that. She was looking out at all the water, and she looked so peaceful, just like his sister had once. Before what had happened to Rose. He looked away, uncomfortable with all of it.
Fire is beautiful, too, He found himself saying, looking at the water too now. It went on forever. Maybe beauty is a warning. What was he talking about? Why was he even here, having this conversation? Heda didn't know anything of worth. He laughed under his breath, somewhat mocking. That was stupid. You can ignore me. What about you, anyway? Were you born here?
He'd meant to end the conversation. Damnit.