Bearclaw Valley Should I sink or swim

so she made it, at least. indra's expression was no less vexed, but the tired lines under her eyes seemed to relent. dakarai's deportment seemed to shift before her, supplied by a quiet nod and an apology she had not expected. she noted his tone had changed.

suddenly, indra was made aware of how much ailed him: his eye she had noticed right away, but the gnarled wounds and fatigue that seeped around him like a thick fog was now almost overbearing. she wondered if he had ever seen blondine -- or poet -- for any of the injuries that plagued him. "i'm worried and scared too." she finally conceded, though she would remain tight-lipped if pressed for elaboration. "you should find blondine." she said briskly, already making bid to leave. his tail wag and cupped ear was met with a brief, tired smile. "i can show you where she is if you want. and when you're better, we can look for onyx."