Moonspear give me something

Hydra saw him, assessing. He still did not look well, but he did not look dead any longer. It was a small improvement, but improvement nonetheless. She was silent for but a moment longer, ears pricked forward to see how he might greet her. He did not. To express gratitude seemed too difficult a feat for him, but then, sometimes so did thinking as she recalled. 

Fill in the blanks for me, Revui, she drawled, when you left your family again without a word after we healed your hurts, where was it you went? And after, who might you have brought to our doorstep when you returned, looking like the distant cousin of death? She asked, ears twitching.