Swiftcurrent Creek if you spent your whole life working

He rumbled, ceasing his actions to glance up, hoping to see Lestan answering his summons soon. There was no stirring from the foliage and brush—instead, the soft white of a previous evenings snow still blanketed the area, untouched, for the most part.

She spoke softly to him, endearing—requesting. He glanced down to her once more. It should matter, he wanted to tell her, his brows furrowing. Instead... “Why does it not matter?”