Swiftcurrent Creek Take my Arms that I might reach you

Arric didn't know what had ailed Moss. But what he did know was she was often in the borders. Anxious and moving as if she was like smoke. There were no words spoken and she didn't seek out people to converse with. She had always been quiet and stoic, but lately it seemed to Arric it was a problem.
 
Today he came across her and though she looked hearty and hale. There was a pall to her that he couldn't place. It clung to her like a wet mist. Sticking to all parts of your body and beyond. Making you feel sticky and damp. Just miserable.

He offered her a smile. Heya Moss! You look like you're feeling better?