Mudminnow River every hermit crab needs a shell

"l-lost?" lestan murmured numbly, not registering that he was being spoken to until he saw belatedly the stranger's mouth move. "lost! oh, oh, n-no. i kn-know — i'm aware of wh-where i am," lestan said, great effort spent to keep the stammer in check.
"i am, admittedly, a l-little di-disoriented s-since coming down fr-from the m-mountains," the mayfair revealed, a small self-mocking smile on his face below the eyes which warmed to the conversation. "what ab-about y-yourself? y-you're not l-lost, are y-you? the r-rising s-sun valley can be qu-quite large if y-you're unused t-to it."
how poised of him to discourse as if he had not been muttering to himself some forgotten minutes ago.