Back she goes, and she relays everything to Woodlark before she forgets it.

He tries to listen and pay attention, but it's still hard to concentrate, and certain parts are way more salient than others. 

"- People are upset with me, then?" he says, wincing. 

"They have no idea what's going on! Groveborn seemed kind of peeved, Wingsister just seemed worried, none of them know what's going on with your Companion in any detail but they know you gated out and are staying here and won't come back."

"Oh." He looks a bit defensive. "I told Wingsister some things in my letter! I guess I didn't go into much detail on what I fought about with my Companion. In case it's - how Companions are made, and it'd happen with hers too if they talked about it. Maybe she thinks I'm just being evasive." He seems upset and frustrated about this. 

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault if people are upset." Woodlark pulls his knees in to his chest. "I don't know what to do. I think I need to do something? If everyone's upset about me being gone?" 

"I don't think I'm the expert on what you should do about that. Maybe your Companion needs to do something?"

"What if she doesn't? I have no idea where she is or what she's planning!" He takes a deep breath. "...I'm sorry, I know this isn't your problem to deal with, I can stop whining." 

"It's not going to do me any harm, though I don't know if it does you any good."

"Huh. I don't know either. I - guess it's easier to think somehow if it's out loud to someone?" 

"If it helps I don't mind."

"Mmm." Woodlark drags a hand over his face. Takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Um. I guess - it'd be good if I went back because everyone must be very confused, my Companion didn't explain very much about Leareth and it's not like you have much context. So they would want to ask me questions. But that sounds awful. So I don't want to. Which is really cowardly of me, I guess, just..." 

"Why does it sound awful?"

"It'll be stressful and talking to people is tiring and I feel terrible already." 

"I guess you could try guessing what they'll ask and answering in a letter?"

"I mean, I think the reason they'd find it helpful to have me go back is that they could do first-level Truth Spell. But - I guess I could write the letter anyway, and then just read it out loud to them? Maybe?" 

"Or say it's all true, even quicker."

"Maybe. It seems worth sending a message and asking if that'd work for them, anyway." 

He suddenly puts his head down on his knees. "- Why do I not even want to do that." 

"...I don't know, I'm not a mindreader."

"Sorry. I must be really irritating right now. You can go away if you prefer." 

"It's not a big deal to me."

Sigh. "I don't know. I guess when I'm - like this - I just don't want to do things period." 

"Like what? Does this happen a lot?"

"When I'm - really sad and can't do things. It happens sometimes. When I'm stressed it's worse. Usually - not this bad..." 

"What causes it besides your Companion wanting space?"