Bramblepoint red-hawk for dinner

We can skip Leto for now!

He watched the stranger as he spoke, eyes tracing his lips for the familar patterns that came with the words he knew. Delos felt strangely peeved by him, but he wouldn't act on it and risk a nasty wound, or worse, upsetting his mother.

Delos. He responded after his hesitation passed. How long had it been since he felt the gentle rumble of his own voice? He rarely spoke anymore. I don't need a healer, I'm not sick.

He could feel his mother's eyes on him, but she didn't seem to say anything.