Whitebark Stream i'll take the sweat from your palms,

afternoon of the second day. he had left the pair with sequoia, searched for laurel, and then come down from rivenwood to search for praimfaya again. he would return to wylla and see ciri again, he hoped, but for now his focus was upon finding the young mother who had abruptly gone missing.
eventually his path followed the exquisite stream into the whitebark swathe, and as he had become accustomed to seeing, iana was there. she looked rather disheveled, and he stepped in worry to her side.
but he had no news, and selfishly hoped she had not discovered any fate of the commander near her own glacier.