Whitefish River but the hearts of small children are delicate organs

What Aurëwen went on to describe was horrifying; he fought to swallow his panic and bile at the notion of someone suffering such a torment, fighting down the flashbacks of his own ordeal, and attempted to focus instead on Aurë's true lesson. He had no idea what a bezoar was, but assumed it was similar to Speedy's magic seeds. The moral of her story was that there were more ways to help others than to simply be a strong guardian. Thankfully, talk turned away from harrowing accounts of suffering to stones, which he was more interested in.

Aurë painstakingly drew her bundle of plants forward and unwrapped a glimmering white stone. Dragomir pricked his ears forward and watched with interest, then slowly extended a paw to scoop it closer when she pushed it toward him. It shone in the light like the back of some iridescent beetle, drawing the eye to its glinting surface. Dragomir quietly asked, what is it?