Swiftcurrent Creek trio of dreams

"h-hello, a-arlette," lestan said softly, then raised a paw in gesturing to the downfeathers. "s-something s-soft, perhaps f-for the little ones o-or to c-over herbs," the mayfair suggested, eyes shining with a pathetic little hope that the gift was indeed useful in some way.
a swallow paused him; lestan gathered up all his words before forging into the reason he had arrived. "i've — i w-wanted t-to kn-know if th-there w-was anything that c-could h-help my st-stammer? m-medicine or —" anything. anything at all. lestan was tired.