Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

It was nonsense. Kelsier was beginning to suspect that Reverie was not really a deer, but then, what was she? A figment of Lestan's imagination, or a wolf like them? If she was a wolf, and he had left her bleeding, then she would need help too — and that was a stressful thought. One Kel wasn't ready to face just yet.
Not sure. Found you earlier today, He lingered on the words for a moment before he continued. Where did you meet the cat? And can you tell me where Swiftcurrent Creek is from there? Kel thought it best to leave this talk of the deer, or whatever she was, behind for now. If Swiftcurrent Creek was nearby, this whole situation could be sorted quickly, and then Lestan's delusions would not be his problem at all.