Totoka River table for two

pity was destructive. it led one into bad ways, into bad goals. pity did not feed the body and it did not feed the soul. surely a skilled young hunter had more importance to pursue than the broken soul who was lestan.
he said nothing, only tried to eat again. this time the meal stayed down, so long as he pressed his hurting belly against the sand and stretched there.
in time his honeyblue eyes took in his companion. "w-we l-left together. t-there was p-pain and d-darkness. w-when i woke, she w-was gone. i d-dont know how i-i'm back here, i j-just need to f-find her. find b-blossom." 
a single tear sluiced down his thin face.
"s-she's my ... m-my daughter. and i l-lost her!"