Larksong Grotto truth coming out of her well to shame mankind

He took refuge in the caves, sleeping for most hours of the day in a fruitless attempt to keep his growing depression at bay. His dreams, however, were little respite from reality, because every time Reek closed his eyes — there was the bluenose, ready to rip another chunk of flesh away from Reek's homely face. When Reek's dreams were not tainted by Luke's presence, he dreamt of Tavi, and while less fearful than Reek's typical nightmares, they were not particularly pleasant either. Her face contorted, voice distorted, and she repeated one phrase over and over: I want to leave.

Waking up with his heart feeling as if it were about to jump from his chest, Reek's bloodshot eyes opened wide. The partcular dream that he had woken from faded from memory fast, but the usettleing feeling remained -- lingering on with a shiver sent down Reek's spine. Gasping for breath in a panic, Reek dared not to sleep again. He sat for time in silence and eventually regained his fragile composure (perhaps with @Tavi's help, who knows).

Once Reek found himself grounded (though a bit shaken) in the real world once again, a howl from the border caught his attention. He rose from spot in a careful, yet awkward stagger as he favored his mangled front forelimb. Reek's approach was slow due to his injuries, however, injured or not, he was not one to leave a howl on the border unanswered.

Limping over the ridge, beaten and bruised, Reek saw both Thurinwethil and a new, nameless guard at her side. He pushed forward toward them and tried to walk straight, summoning whatever strength he had left.