[ His brow knits at that. Not in rejection, just bewilderment. If the Father wanted to study him, or watch to see if he was dangerous, he could understand that. It was the only sensible reason the man would ask to stay here him; it was clear he was no good company. ]

Where is it you're going, Father? Or are you wandering?

[ He ought to leave the other alone, but he's too honest for it. ]

I have not figured this out, not well anyway, in near ten moons. I do not expect one more will reveal its secrets to me.