Northstar Vale Alérotos

At first, he was not sure how he might answer his mother’s question. She was well within her right to ask it. Antigone simply hadn’t considered what had made him feel so uneasy in that chance meeting.

The way she spoke, he finally stated. Meadow’s words had been strained, noticeably. She had taken a moment to answer his questions and when she had, her voice had carried a different tune. Her eyes. The boy thought back to the expression she had worn. He wondered what the smelly man might have done to convince Epoch’s trusted healer to treat his rotten body.

I could be overthinking, Antigone finally uttered, mouth turned down in a thoughtful frown.