Stone Circle Well, I've been afraid of changing

She waited longer than she expected, and she thought maybe he wasn't here, which would be just her luck. But then she saw his pale, hulking form in the distance, slowly moving towards her. As he drew near and she could really see his face, she knew something was off—that look was one she knew well. He could put on the frigid exterior all he wanted, but that wouldn't keep her from knowing instantly that something was wrong. No matter how much time had passed since they had last seen each other, she still knew him better than anyone. And she was the queen of wearing a stony mask to hide the feelings inside, so there was no fooling her. 

Her own expression twisted with concern as he stopped in front of her. She knew there was no hiding her condition, and she knew he would have questions, but she had questions too. Brother, she said first, taking a step closer to him. What's wrong? She searched his face for answers, knowing she would find none. He would have to give them willingly, and he wasn't always good at the being willing part. Still, she hoped they were past that now. He looked like a ghost, like something had stolen the light inside him; it reminded her of when she had found him after losing the pack. He obviously didn't look out of his mind now, but the despair was the same. What had happened to him?