Lost Creek Hollow Nothing more than The Next Good Deed

It made sense that it would take time for Kelsier to feel at ease. Crowfeather had kept his distance so that he might allow the foreign man some time to find familiar paths, to settle into a den for himself. The hollow was growing lush and vibrant with the shifting seasons. It could only be hoped that some of the beauty of Riverclan would appeal to Kel.

For me? Crowfeather echoed in a soft voice. Honey warm eyes shifted up to Kelsier’s face. Thank you…

I have been well, I think. Busy! His thoughts jumped from one subject to the next. Have you- Have you ever thought about being  a father? Crowfeather inquired, his voice tentative.