Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

Kelsier was only fully qualified to provide one of the two things Lestan needed right now, and he had no desire to give that kind of help. It was a life he'd left behind in The Evergarden, so long ago now that he'd hardly thought of it before Erzulie stirred that old resentment in him. Now he was reminded of it in every aspect of this strange long encounter.
Willowspire had been his last true home, but what would they make of this deteriorated version of the man they'd called family? Kelsier sighed to himself as he brought more water to Lestan, who knew nothing. A tattered and confused man who babbled about gods and a golden doe. But there was something soft about him, something genuine.
Don't worry. I'll get you home. Try to relax, Kelsier told him, and decided he needed more herbs. So that was what he would spend his time on, until Erzulie returned.