Larksong Grotto Glance to fallen Grace, dream of islands all day

Maybe Kel's initial assessment of the man had been right: maybe what he needed, more than anything, was home. Lestan seemed more present than he had before, but there was still something distinctly off about him. The only thing that seemed to focus him was Swiftcurrent Creek. So Kel decided to lean into that for now; it wouldn't help anything to argue with him.
We'll start for the valley when you're ready, then, Kel offered quietly, a change from his first decision. He was still wary, and truthfully a little curious. The bone. What is it to you? Pale eyes flicked over it briefly, over the recent marks of teeth left on it. It wasn't the most unusual thing he'd seen, but with this talk of a doe and a god — it was worrying.