The Sunspire spire of might with a row of stars

He's so overcome with I don't know what to do that he feels like it has to be too much one day. Time has let him grow used to confusion in one way or another, but so much all at once is even jarring to him.

She does answer and he exhales softly, sad, then squeezes shut his eyes for a second. Inari decides he's probably vaguely familiar with the same feeling. Maybe he just can't remember it entirely and he certainly doesn't know how to remedy strife of that kind. He reaches to tap his muzzle gently against hers. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asks quietly with a hitching voice, since he doesn't feel right asking when he can barely help himself.

He's torn. He wants to do right, stay here, and be safe where something made sense.. but at the same time, he knows he keeps the want to just run until he just couldn't breath anymore or his legs gave out, whichever came for him first.

But, there is nothing he can do. He resolves to stay on the mountain for tonight and invites the stranger to join him. Some of the pathways are almost familiar as he scoped up further towards the Spire, but much of it is unknown to him still. Eventually, he finds a place to rest, and he decides to try again the next day, and sleeps a deep sleep.