Swiftcurrent Creek for a world that feeds on doubt

He went to talk.

She did not understand why he would leave now, but perhaps that was not for her to have much of a say in. So she let her features drop into neutrality and only nodded.

She could have gone with, she thought.

There was a feverishness to which she dug with now.

Then she looked back to him, large eyes blinked. Curious and wondering of many things, just not equipped with the words to ask on it.