Bearclaw Valley Este's been losin' sleep.

Indra didn't know how to talk to the bear, but she would try. Her eyes lit up with hope and then she was nodding, at first with gusto, but then slow - then not at all, because the action wrattled her dehydrated brain.
The man turned to leave. The girl watched him go, then when she was alone, she returned to observing her own little altar and gave a sigh of relief; she was glad that he didn't ask too many questions, and thought the truth was somehow hidden from view.