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As she hid her feeling and tidied herself, Kigipigak kept his gaze averted. She was all apologies until the truth came, and even then it was broken apart in a way that made the man of Tartok at once curious and concerned.

He looked where she directed, towards Rivenwood, and then back to her. Your village.

What could have happened? Mahler was an older man but a strong one, and last Kigipigak had heard, all was well there.

He sinks to his haunches. Have you eaten? There is little else he can offer her besides a hot meal, if such a thing still exists in this place after the illness has swept through. He is frowning as he adds a bit roughly, Your sister... she will be alright. Lane is greatly skilled.

Besides that, Kigipigak doesn't know how to help.