Wheeling Gull Isle solitude

heda wondered at the look which crossed bartholomew's face, the way he stayed grounded against the earth. "what? oh! oh, no!" she exclaimed in a breathless sort of laugh. "caracal and i dispersed at the same time and decided to say we were on a honeymoon, for whatever reason. i haven't seen him in a long time."
had that been over a year ago?
it warmed and confused and flattered heda that her mentor cared about the term. 
she howled back to the boy.
come on!