Hoshor Plains unreal unearth

As she spoke, Fjall realized his mistake. In his naivety, he hadn’t understood what she meant – what he was asking! His eyes grew wide, mortified. Then he struggled to temper his expression, bowing to peer down at his paws in shame. I— I am sorry. A whisper and a gasp. What else could he say? How does one make another feel better about the terrible things they’ve gone through?

Maker, apsene nin! I thought she would tell me she once lived among deer!