Ocean's Breath Plateau lotus root

his voice grew into a soft wistfulness; he settled beside her door. "do not be sorry for mourning dutch. the rest of us weep for him too." roughened grew the seal hunter's voice; he cleared his throat and reached out gently, hand to her own for a small time.
aditya had gone looking; he had not come back. chakliux prayed to oil father that the older man had put many miles between he and moontide in his search, and that his silence did not bode tragedy.
"please do not cry alone, simblelmyne. come to the lodge, sometime. today. tomorrow. we will eat. we will feel." he tried to bring humor into it, even as the words caught in his throat, that dutch would not want his wife to cry by herself.