The Sentinels no business but gold

"direct ones," lionel mumbled, put out by how much she knew about the place he had only just touched. her parents had been here. his existed miles and miles from this burnt copse of once-proud trees. the stag suddenly felt very small, exacerbated by the fact that the first individual he had met outside knaven and bijou was going to be leaving.
"yeah, i'm not sure what we're doing either. just looking. but we're sea-obsessed," the boy joked lamely, kicking at a moss-covered pebble, "so we will probably stay ... close." what was he saying, really? goodbye? please don't go? did it matter?