Hideaway Strath Still without voices we cry out

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She could have corrected him forever and he would never call her any different. As far as he was concerned he could have a thousand mothers but Hemlock would always be one of them. He nodded feverishly to reaffirm his claim that he had killed a horde of winged bugbeasts, but settled to speak more seriously with her as the tone of their conversation shifted.

Sad seemed too simple of a word. He knew sadness. When he didn't catch something he was chasing, that made him feel sad, but the air that had permeated Teaghlaigh since Roarke's disappearance seemed thick and otherworldly. As if there was a cloud hanging over them all that would never go away. Through no intention of his own, Sirius felt a pang of jealousy well up inside him as Hemlock mentioned that they all missed Roarke. "Yeah, but... I'm still here," he said a little uncertainly. "Will everyone be worried 'bout me more if I'm not here too?"