Whitefish River And that's all you need to know

She caught his scent on the breeze and turned just as he approached. She watched him quietly as he focused his gaze on the water, speaking only after he asked after his son. Yes. And, if I've heard correctly, you are Vercingetorix? She hoped she pronounced his name correctly but imagined that was probably the very least of his worries. Dragomir is doing a little better, especially since we moved him out of the caves. Her own gaze moved to the water, as well. She couldn't imagine being in the father's position. She would be sick with grief and worry, and she wished she could ease his emotional pain as easily as she usually eased physical pain. But, it was quite a bit harder than just administering an herb. 

She wanted to say that she was sorry for everything he had been through, but if the last few moons of her life had taught her anything, it was that sometimes sorry just didn't help. Still, she wondered if anyone had tended to his psychological wounds. She had tried to comfort Aurëwen as much as possible, but she hadn't talked to Dragomir's father very much. How are you? she asked softly, gaze moving from the river to rest on whatever she could see of his face.