[center][h3][color=green]Lewa[/color][/h3][/center]

At last Lewa managed to make contact with someone, even if she didn't seem to be the local equivalent of a venerable and learned Turaga. The toa didn't question her qualifications; he was just glad to get help at this point, given all the hubbub. Nor did he bother correcting the woman when she called him a golem. Instead he tried to imagine what this stranger meant by 'the sickness'. Though his world had its fair share of problems, disease wasn't one of them. Was this sickness what was wrong with the child he'd been given? Before he could reply, the nun answered her own question, then came in for a closer look. Lewa held the small one out for his new acquaintance to inspect, and when her attitude took a sudden change, he was left speechless for a moment. What was going on that warranted that kind of question...?

"Nobody sent me," he said after a moment. "Someone in my travel-group left her to me to safe-keep. But I know little of humans, so I thought I'd look-find someone who could take care of her." Lewa paused, his uncertainty evident on his mask. "...Can you? Is something bad-wrong?"