Moonsong Glacier In Berlin

Dutch was embarrassed on this man's behalf, and embarrassed for himself to witness this drunkenness, and to know that two young woman were witnessing it with him. He wanted to send them both away and see to the man himself, but it was not his place among this people.

He dipped his head in assent and, casting one last, lingering look at the man, went off to do Ariadne's bidding. A word remained in his mind: Towhee. Was that silenthunter's true name? How had she learned it? What did it mean?

The mystery kept him from worrying too much over his packmates while he fetched the turtle shell, and then water to go inside it.

Not much remained by the time he made it back to their common place. Enough to wash the taste of sick away and wet a parched throat, but not enough to quench it. He would go and fetch more if needed, but for the moment, he thought the man might benefit from sitting in his misery for a little while. Perhaps he would learn something from it.

"Drink slowly," he advised when he had set his burden down before the man. He retreated a few steps to watch, leaning his gold-clad shoulder against a nearby tree. "What did you take?" he wanted to know.