Moonspear redemption interlude [bwp]

Hydra and Gannet stepped back, which put Dune more at ease. He still was not sure why everybody was making such a fuss about it. Perhaps if he could have seen it, he would have felt differently. With the way it was wrapped around his neck, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of it. It was weighty, but not uncomfortably so. It occasionally itched, but beyond that, it seemed harmless. If anything, he had thought it was a token of... good luck? Maybe?

She asked if he was dying, and Dune shook his head, wondering why she thought that. He had made it back here from where he had been yesterday, had he not? Dirge seemed to remain suspicious, though Dune did not understand why. He was alive, well, and it was not as if he was trying to bother anybody with it. He shrugged at that question. In a way, Dune wanted to keep it. Somehow he did not feel that sentiment would go over well with the current crowd.

Eventually, after much fussing and questioning, Dune was let go, where he promptly scurried off to be alone, away from the questions and doubt and looks that he was getting.