Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

"Well enough," he replied as he slipped further into the waters. His steps were careful, ever mindful of the stones that were bound to be slick. A shiver snaked its way along his spine, the warm waters were in great contrast to the crisp air of the night.

"I've put a few faces to scents. Met one of your sisters proper, Lyra," at least he was certain that was her name, "and Terance. Rannoch, and Jarilo." His voice tapered off as he drew alongside of her, not too near but not too far. His eyes took stock of her weary form, though he had little doubts she betrayed that in her closed-eyed gaze.

A pause proceeded his next words, the uncertain of what may have been a delicate situation summed itself up in three words: "How are you?"