Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

Kelsier moved wordlessly to help. Being so near to Erzulie did nothing to soothe his nerves, but he was quickly distracted nonetheless. His eye caught on the bone as they moved their charge, and he thought about it the whole way. When they'd settled him, he went back for it, and stared with hackles prickling. Tooth marks, scent heavy on it; Kel saw, not for the first time, proof of The Evergarden's rightness.
This man had not passed any trial, he was suddenly certain. But that wasn't any of Kel's business. So he picked up the bone and moved it to sit beside the man, near enough that he could reach out and grasp it when he woke. Kel stubbornly did not allow himself to think of it as an if. He would wake.
Wonder where he came from, Kel said quietly, sniffing him over but unable to identify any pack scent. He smelled of blood and sickness and the wilds and cat. Hope that cat doesn't still want him.