"Oh, um, nothing," Kelyn says hastily, and stands up. "Whoever you are, you're from the caravan, right? Can you get help?" "No...." It's not the stranger speaking. The faint voice is coming from near her feet. She looks down in surprise. "What?" "Not back to caravan..." Jory whispers as she and the stranger crouch over him. "Not alone... That's where they are..."