Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

He led them quietly back to the clearing, of which was getting closer with every step. Listening silently as Elowyn spoke. Ears twitching towards her, as if a silent signal that he, of course, was involved with anything and everything that she had to say. Chuckled with a breath of melancholy at the thought of water scaring her, for quite the validly dark reason.
I'm sorry, he murmured, now. Fer what happened to yer family. Shit's—eh, stuff's—tough to handle. I get it, came soothing tones. But, when the question was turned back on him, Barrett did not have much of an answer. Rather, he said: I wish I knew, with a grim scoff. But, look's like comin' 'ere wiped all my memories, for whatever reason... But left behind was a pain. A pain so great that it invaded his mind well he slept. Cursed his heart when he woke. He shook it from his mind.
The leftover meat from his and Sega's hunt grew strong on the wind, the scent carrying towards them as they approached the valley. Almost there, he observed, gesturing forwards with his nose. His face hardened, now.
Swallowed the growing lump in his throat.