Firestone Hot Springs he’s still leading me for

G-good. It seemed like everyone and everything wanted to harm him. From Midar to the sickness in his body. Even the universe had stripped him of identity, if he had any in the first place. He briefly pondered over his name and wondered if that had been in before—well— he wasn't exactly sure what before was.

Daydreaming has taken over once again. He was lucky to have heard what she had said next. Phillip blinked as the fur on his nape began to rest. Her soft voice and promise kept him at ease for now.

Phillip bobbed his head in agreement. It was unfortunate. Resting near the springs after days of traveling could be nothing but satisfying. But of course he couldn't be sure, that aroma was enough to keep him under the trees. I wanna go, he said in a disheartened tone, then looked towards the plumes of steam.