Keela waited patiently as the man looked downward slightly, suddenly looking quite forlorn. She felt the corners of her own lips tug down slightly in empathy, as she wondered what he was thinking. Perhaps he had lost someone close to him too, like she had lost her mother. She listened intently when he started to speak of his tribe and their power, but he quickly drifted off from it. She was about to say she understood he’d probably been through a terrible experience and she understood completely, when he asked about her friend. [b]”My friend?”[/b] Keela asked, confused as to whom he meant. [b]”You’re the first I’ve met on this island,”[/b] she said slowly, looking around them, wondering if he could see spirits and there was one around her, although she herself could not sense it.