Redhawk Caldera Into jungles, into hell

When they arrived and she gave him instructions, he did them without hesitating, compliant despite the bitter taste of the leaf.  He chewed it while he listened to what she said, though again the last made no sense.  Leaving seemed to be a thing everyone did, and so he saw nothing to apologize for. Maybe she was just sad about it?  He hadn't missed her, but maybe she'd missed them?  No, that made no sense either.  She hadn't met them.

He tried to suss it out to no avail, then gave up.  "Make up for what?"  He asked, genuinely curious.  "Did you find them?"  He had some grasp on how big the world was, though he doubted he would ever get lost in it.  Whether that cofidence had merit or was simply youthful ignorance would be something he'd likely find out someday.