Blacktail Deer Plateau ever he is, who takes his seat so close

He kept to the open spaces whenever possible. The crowded forest bothered him immensely, but so far only Harps was aware of that - and anyone who gave him side-eye for the scratches on his face was awarded with a scowl. He too was restless, and it was a sensation that he seemed to carry with him from Tortuga to Rusalka; Reyes did not know why he was so easily agitated, nor why he felt so destructive, but he did. He was. If he could burn down this damn forest he would.

Then he heard Erzulie. She came in to view quickly enough, and seemed just as agitated - maybe more than himself. Curious of this (and reminded quickly, viscerally, of the ordeal with those strange sisters) he drew closer. The boy approached her briskly and stopped when she glanced his way, diverting his gaze but not his attention.

She spoke of a task, and his ears pivoted, eyes alighting upon her face with further interest. What sort of task?