Sunspire Mountains all the butterflies have turned to vultures in my stomach

As to be expected, Esmè's explanation didn't smooth over any of the wrinkles that found permanent residence on Riley's brow. He wanted to interject, to protest he had been left, but his tongue was heavy as tire irons, and Esmè quickly guided the conversation back to its previous tracks. 

So many questions. It's a pack. They're a pack. I don't know what was behind the waterway, I got distracted. Riley's tone was defeated as he admitted he couldn't do anything right. We didn't really talk about anything! He was beginning to get overwhelmed by the ten thousand inquiries, and felt a cold sweat crawl under his skin. I don't know his name! He was two seconds from a toddler meltdown. I don't -- Donovan? I don't know. I don't care! Why do you care so much anyway? His eyes flashed and a sulkiness entered his tone. You're just going to leave me again anyway.