Larksong Grotto fredonman

As soon as he said it, she didn't seem tired at all. Kelsier resigned himself to the reality that he would never understand women, and the realization that he could not avoid conversation. Said he was looking for a god. Said Reverie was bleeding, He sighed. Hope he didn't leave some poor woman bleeding to death somewhere. Might be a deer though. Might not be real at all.
Kel moved closer to Lestan, studying him again as if he might find answers in the shredded form of him. None were forthcoming. He needs help. Even if it's the fever talking. Seen enough traumatized wolves to know what it does. Long-term. He grimaced at the memories. Hope Swiftcurrent Creek has some good counselors.