Shadewood for she is now the stranger

"They are wonderful names," Vorilye offered, gently pushing into the den. He gazed down at his son, then at the rest. "I will raise them all as mine, should that be agreeable to you." His words were quiet, perhaps a bit stoic. He felt stiff, uncertain of what to do, or say, or even how to act. Then, a question. "Is there anything I can get or do for you?"