Two Rivers Isle i'm tired of screwing up, tired of going down

He shoved through the last leg of trees, a mutter to his breath and a clench to his teeth, until he shoved a bit too hard and found himself crashing through the tight swath of branches and stumbling to an unrefined sprawl on the ground before his sister, plant debris everywhere. Like the world couldn't give him a break. Decimated plant life clung to every inch of him, and he spat a few very unfortunate leaves from his mouth before swiping his tongue around to rid his teeth of the flavour of dirt. Ugh. At least this was someone he didn't have to impress

"Oh, just hunting," he replied, and raised his foot to pick at his ear, to get out whatever plant-gunk had gotten in there. Yuck. He didn't even want to think about that - so he didn't. His thoughts instead drifted over her question - or more, the tone of it - and the more he thought of it, the more unsettled her tone left him feeling, until his scratching slowed and he eased his leg entirely. "You sound different." He turned to face her, his eyes already shifted to peer through a furrowed squint. He had seen his sister at her worst, and try as she might to hide things from him, something was iffy today. "What's up?"