Lost Creek Hollow Call her Miss Mirage

Vaaaaague, I'm just so impatient

Exhaustion settled over him as he passed Riverclan's border; exhaustion and relief. It all felt like some blurred breathless dream now that he was away from it. Lestan and Erzulie, Akavir and Reverie, all that prickling tension at Swiftcurrent Creek. The distinct feeling of being some kind of villain in the eyes of those he had tried to help.
Kel still worried for the ones he'd left behind. More so now that he was away from them than when he'd been there. He told himself it was because he wasn't there to help, but knew that wasn't entirely true. Compassion fatigue set in far too easily for him these days, despite his drive to help. He was mildly horrified at himself to realize he'd fallen into old habits again: treating people like projects and personal challenges. Real people who needed help. He was remembering now why he had wanted to retire.
He just didn't know if he could. Now that he'd had another taste of it, Kel felt restless. Purposeless. He sighed, and realized that he'd been searching for @Faun's scent without intending it. But he couldn't find it. She wasn't here. His heart skipped a little and his stomach tightened, but rather than stand around and fret, he sent up a quick call for her. Then all that was left to him was to wait. It turned out that was the hardest part.