Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

To Crowfeather it felt more as though she had not escaped the Saints but had merely become a branch of their service. He was certain this was only due to the fact that he did not have all the details before him. The woman had only shared with him the necessary information, what would answer his questions. 

Feeling suddenly guilty for having bombarded her with so many, Crowfeather thought perhaps it would do well to tell her what had happened to him since they had last spoken. 

Well, I am sure it will be a- a fine home to you. He hoped, anyway. 

My uh- the dark figure halted. What was Germanicus to him? What was he that was suitable to share with someone else? Feeling heat rise along his neck and into his cheeks, Crowfeather narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful way. The man I am traveling with, he and I are to head east. I could see if he would like to stop so we could see you, he offered bashfully.