Blackfoot Forest may the light guide me

welcome back. The simple words almost broke him, he felt a scream pushing at the back of his throat, and his anger flared for a moment. Quickly turning his gaze from the woman, he willed his emotions back into place. Into the boxes had designed just for this reason.

He missed her apology, just barely catching her name. Clearing his throat, and shaking out the anxiety settling in his coat he offered, “I am Siarut.” Finally finding the courage to return his gaze on the woman, he slowly dipped his head in proper greeting. “Have you met anyone else?” He needed to think of something random, something he held no stock in.