Cerulean Cape cor sagnant

Ellie was quick to offer words of comfort. Swordfish looked at the ground sheepishly. He hadn’t even thought to try to soothe Lestan with words, with encouragement. The only things that had been flipping through his mind were the worst of the possibilities - Blossom was dead, Lestan was crazy and there was no Blossom, they were going to be lured out to sea and lost to the blue depths.

Hearing that the girl had been lost just as she was learning to speak had made the bear-hunter’s stomach churn with discomfort. What were the odds then, that she was alive and well? Swordfish didn’t want to fixate on what they might find. Dead or alive, at least Lestan would have answers.