Redhawk Caldera brother, you already were a ghost.

It was always hard to communicate when you did not have words; at least for Eljay. It left a lot of things unsaid and a lot of uncertainties lingering in the air between them. Eljay smiled at the man and he got ready to lead the man towards a cache. Instead, though, he approached and nosed Eljay's chin, to which the caretaker smiled in a soft and silent gesture of acknowledgement and thanks.

Then Eljay led the other to a nearby cache and suggested, Dig here, there should be some leftovers. Some fish, he was pretty sure, considering it wouldn't make sense to drag food that'd been hunted on the mainland to the island. Not to him, anyway. Eljay felt a little awkward as he sat down by the side, not sure what to talk about with someone who was not very talkative themselves; clearly, Eljay was a little uncomfortable in the position.