Golden Glade look what's left of my bled heart

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Silas swallowed thickly, and felt his frown get even heavier. "Oh," the Ostrega sighed. Dagfinn's words did not bode well. He didn't like any of it, and neither did he have anything particularly useful to say to that. Maybe he would try to track her down if he ever caught wind of her. Mostly, he did still intend to check here and there out in the wilds for Tambourine, but he would not be able to stray far comfortably so he knew it was better to not bring it up. Inevitably, he just knew he would feel bad about it, some way, some how.

Lacking further commentary, he let silence fall between them and was content to leave it there. With frightening ideas looming, he was afraid to look any deeper. Whether Dagfinn stayed to zone out with him or not, he didn't seem to care. There would be no motivating him right now, so he'd wallow until that changed.