Blackfeather Woods Parasites in my stomach

Her reply made an odd sort of sense, though he still felt that something was wrong about displaying a head like a trophy. Still, he did not question it further, instead listening keenly as she spoke, the words semi-familiar; perhaps she had spoken of this before, though he did not recall. Yet the explanation affected greatly the thoughts that swirled within his head, and he felt something with near finalty. 

This is was not the place for him. He was no priest, no spy, and certainly not a torturer or murder of any kind. The thought had him feel an odd sort of calm, and though he did not reveille his thoughts, he did not do anything other than say, "I see. Thank you, Potema. I will leave you rest, now" he said softly, bowing his head in respect and not allowing a single emotion except for calm respect to she on his face as he smiled softly at her, then turned and vanished back into the wood.