Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

"Nyra."
His voice was firm and quiet.
He watched her. Eyes were sullen and blank. She wasn't fretting. Just quiet contemplation. Subdued.

"Find this place."
He smiled softly.
It might help bring her peace of mind.
"You obviously need whatever this place has to offer. Something is calling your name..." He let her think for a few moments.
"How are you feeling about this?"
Perhaps she was scared, but he didn't think Nyra got scared. Likely distressed, perhaps depressed.