[Even as he had plead for understanding, just enough of it to hear an answer to his question and help him find the girl who has only ever suffered when taken from (by) his side... He had not, could not, expect an Insider to trust him. He had tasted their arrows and their scorn every time they had met, as long as he thinks he can remember, and so-

He is grateful just that he seems he may listen. He does not even care about the rock- he had forgotten what pain felt like when his skin turned to night shade. His head bows down slightly, his hands lower back to the soil, but- He does not move closer, as he had sworn and as the man orders both. They each had their own reasons.]

She is young... not yet seven years of age. Her skin and hair are pale, her dress white.

[No, it... it wouldn't be white, any longer, would it? It would be brown and streaked with dirt... How frightened she must be. The thought of her alone and weeping makes something in his heart move, aching though he could not physically register sensations of pain.]

Shiva... Her name is Shiva-

[And he had called it, in the different corner of the root labyrinth where he had awaken... and heard no answer.]