You squat there in the dust, river-daughter, the world having shifted underfoot. Just as well that you are the one here, that Robena does not have to try and keep her footing. You can handle the ways in which the world may change unexpectedly and dangerously in a moment.

“Why are you here, ageless one?” Several names are possible. Do not make an assumption before you are certain. Bend like the willow. “I am listening now.” The world around you is a still thing, easily drowned in his eyes. You are listening. What else could you do?