Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

It was disheartening to hear the swarthy man's tiny explanation. He shrank back a half-step as they lifted their head and showed their dominance, their possession over the soil upon which he was treading. Believing it meant he was on borrowed time (and that he was expected to depart quickly, so as not to worry the guardians of whatever family was living by the river) Larus indicated with a few steps that he was doing that - he was just slow, trying to get as much as he could out of this exchange. He didn't like the growing void of questions in his mind; the missing time, the daily reminders that he was not home, and that he had no idea where home even was. 

But he took one last chance: Would she know me? My name is Larus, um... Larus Sveijarn, that was the only solid, constant thing that existed within him. That name, accompanied sometimes by a distracting sound like the sea roaring in his ears. He rememebered going by a different name for a long time, but this one was affixed to him as one of the details that just wouldn't fade like the rest. If you could please, just ask her, maybe. I'll go  — and I thank you for being so kind despite my blunder — but maybe you could ask her? I don't know where to go from here.. He was rambling a little bit, hesitant, apologetic, but soon enough was taking great strides to leave the creek behind in the next few moments.

He could only hope that the stranger's kindness would persist despite there being no reason for that happening.