Cerulean Cape Owl

Riordan nodded in silent acknowledgement as he listened to the explanation, his eyes fixed on Lestan. His expression grew tense, his lips pressed tightly together, and a flicker of something unreadable passed through his darkened gaze. Deep down, he knew his suspicions about Lestan were justified. Reverie had already suffered enough under his care, and Riordan couldn't fathom leaving her alone with him any longer. It was a stroke of luck that he had found her when he did.

"Healers won't be of any help," he remarked grimly, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "As you've seen. She pushed herself too far, that's all."

"I'm looking into solutions," he continued, determination etched on his face. "Make sure she doesn't wander off." With a final nod of acknowledgement, Riordan made his intention clear: his conversation with Lestan had come to an end. There was nothing more to discuss with this stuttering man who had audaciously claimed and mishandled what rightfully belonged to him. Lowering his head and flattening his ears against his skull, Riordan briskly turned away, purposefully veering inland.