Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

lestan frowned. "i'm not sure." and he really was not. a long-suffering sigh broke from his throat. "i don't have any answers. i know that i ran and ran and ran."
he moved a paw to touch his hip, then pull the bone closer. "this is all i have to prove i was ever there," he muttered rather nonsensically.
lestan was suddenly quite exhausted. he asked for water once more, eyelids fluttering weakly.