Mount Apikuni young & sick

The woman spoke in a flowing lilt that was so different from Bones's loud, rough speech. She mentioned going on a walk, then made a few remarks about the weather. The juvenile glanced at the wispy clouds scudding across the sky, then her pastel gaze dropped back to earth. Specifically, they fixed curiously on the soft-spoken stranger's pale face.

"The weather is nice," she agreed generically, "though I like stormy weather best me'self." Bones paused, then wonderingly inquired, "Why did you think there was a problem?"