Bearclaw Valley pack and forth

So concerned was he for the well-being of the man who'd seemed impossible to tumble, Ico's fears were forgotten for now, and he nodded at once. Yes, of course, he breathed, and resumed his pacing — but this time with direction as he padded alongside his wartorn liege.

I suppose you've been to see Evien...? he asked uncertainly. For one strange, unreasonable moment, he became worried for Evien; or at least for the relationship between Merrick and the young healer. After all, Ico knew that Evien, if given the choice, would never let Merrick remain tormented so.