Swiftcurrent Creek golden

She was unconvinced, though she obliged Lestan's urging and followed him away from Swiftcurrent Creek. There was something frenetic about the way he spoke, the way he moved. His hackles seemed to ripple slightly, and she wasn't quite sure if she had imagined it for a moment.
No. Something was wrong. He was talking about joiners and being busy now; maybe that was the truth, but even if it was, she felt that he wasn't being completely honest about how that made him feel. Are you sure? She studied him, looking for any hint of dishonesty in his expression. Maybe she was mistaken; maybe he really was okay. But she didn't want to harbor doubts. She wanted to be certain when it came to Lestan.