Swiftcurrent Creek Save some face; you know you've only got one

Kel nodded in acknowledgement to Akavir, then in greeting to the wolf who arrived, finally sparing one brief glance for the children. They made him uncomfortable, so it was easier to just ignore them; safer too, to avoid giving insult with unwarranted interest. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had already done so with his interest in helping Lestan and Reverie. Akavir's line of questioning did not sit well with him, nor his use of the word high.
He'd never been formally trained, true, but he'd been watching the practice for quite a long time. Kel knew something, at least. But now he was full of doubts and the beginnings of shame. He let none of it show. Okay. I'll wait for you near the border, He said, figuring he could kill time by inspecting the herb selection. Kel wouldn't take anything, and didn't even want to ask about it after this conversation, but it would be good to know. Maybe Faun would make a better impression on Swiftcurrent Creek than he had.