Two Rivers Isle life is sweet, in the belly of the beast

They half-walked, half-dragged their way north from the plateau. The sky seemed to watch them go; it was likely the only thing to shed a tear for the wayward boy, for no sooner had the trio stopped at the crux of a river that the heavy clouds began to weep upon them. It wasn't a terrible rain; it felt strange to the boy, having the cold touch of salty, sea-driven rain sink in to the bleeding wounds across the body, but that was all.

He did not know what to think of what had transpired because, simply, he did not think about it at all. The overwhelming sensations following the argument between the girls, and then the threat of the shadow, had passed from his mind. The stranger was removed from the plateau with the aid of @Niamh and the @Fire-touched girl, and when the legs of his vessel finally gave out, they pulled him the rest of the way — until they were here. 

The rain fell, he sank in to the softening grass, but otherwise did not seem to notice his change in circumstances.