Sleepy Fox Hollow Steady drifting, you're slowly dancing

Soft praise came from the healer, eliciting only a flick of his ear in response. Anselm was not yet confident in his true feelings, so remained silent. 

The voice behind him informed him that he’d be returning to the girl. Anselm felt a prickle of annoyance blade him; not at Etienne, but the child who already usurped so much of their energies. 

He thought of Raindrop, who used up their hospitality and then repaid them by leaving.

A grunt was all Etienne got in affirmation. Anselm waded deeper into the cold water, eyes set on the distant peaks ahead.