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[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Though Gale turns away to gesture toward Islandres, he can feel the weight of Fenwe’s gaze on him, and that is eventually what draws him back. She is not frowning as others often frown when Gale disappears into his own thoughts, and instead there is a faint and glowing smile on her teal face. Gale starts to return it, just as the sound of a distant snarl rends the air around them. Gale turns too, his ears catching her admission of having never visited Islandres while his electric blue gaze searches through the darkness. He sees nothing, and returns his attention to Fewnwe to find her eyes glow over-bright. “They are everywhere,” he tells her, and though his tone is definitive, it is not defeated. “But there are not so many as here. Not so many kinds, either.” He’s theorized that perhaps the saltwater keeps some of them away, or the cold-sea winds. He and Erne have found most of them as they arrived on the black sand beach, but some had managed to scurry into the darkness of the jungle before they could be done away with. “Does anyone?” He replies, as though her blurted admission is one he has heard before, and more than in the quiet refrain of his own heart. This is not a time for loneliness and those who make their own way. “You’re welcome to come to Islandres,” he tells her, carefully choosing his words, “There are more eyes there, to keep watch.” He might not be those eyes for long, but it would be unkind to leave her here – alone – when she so clearly does not wish to be. She steps closer, and Gale, thinking of his Curse, doesn’t remember to step away politely. Instead, he meets her eyes, and smiles.  @[Fenwe]