"So...that's one bunch. What's the next move? Find the other half?"
Inamar looks over at the worg, then at Rooth, then around to everyone. She's crouching by Graven, feeling his forehead. Her forehead is creased with concern.
"Something's wrong with Graven," she says quietly. "I can't fix it...he's not hurt. I think he's sick. Can any of you help him?"