Dragoncrest Cliffs what follows; me as the whitest lace of light

Caught in his angst, the boy was startled by the fos goufa's approach. He barely suppressed a flinch, turning to greet her with a dip of his head. For a moment, foolishly, he wanted to pour everything out to her-- Bean has gone, Arrille has gone, this place is unfamiliar and I am alone. But the words did not come; he knew of her, but he did not know her, and it didn't feel right.
After several moments of silence, he pushed down the lump in his throat enough to speak. It's quiet here.