Totoka River table for two

lestan ate. he threw up into the surf twice, and pushed the rest of the rabbits aside, unhappy to decline the result of someone else's labor.
witch, murmured the wind, and lestan leaned into it, closing his eyes and seeking the breeze in the sentinel-trees.
his stomach cramped with unfulfilled hunger and malaise. "y-you don't h-have to s-stay, you k-know."