Broken Boulder with everything falling down around me, i'd like to believe

It was hard not to sense something off with Delight, seeing his expression. He just didn't know what to do about it— so he did nothing. Alarian drew closer to drop the hare at his friend's feet. Not much, The words were soft; if he lowered his voice enough, he thought, he sounded less despondent and more exhausted. Not that he wasn't both of those things anyway.
Just a dog, and a bear, and— He sat down, yawning, his tone mock-casual. Climbing death mountain, I guess. Of course, his friend was already aware of most of these things— or at least, the existence of them. Alarian didn't elaborate further; his gaze flitted somewhere just past Delight. Y'know, I really don't get paid enough for this. Well, none of them actually got paid, but Alarian especially felt the sting of not receiving little green papers in exchange for his efforts.