Otter Creek Save your breath, my brother

Etienne took Raindrop aside; Anselm refused to listen in to their murmured voices. Perhaps cruelly, he refused to acknowledge Etienne leave, too.

Raindrop hung around dutifully. Anselm endured bits of her conversation but after a while grew tired. His eyes closed and before long he was away in a world of sleep - absolutely callously ungrateful to the soul who saved his life.