Motion sickness

Spirit had little in the way of ambition, at least not in the traditional sense. All he wanted was to be a productive member of Abaven. To find his mother and bring her home and rebuild his family once again, and hopefully for the last time. Beyond that his hopes and dreams were simple ones; he wanted to continue to learn more about the art of healing so that he could keep his loved ones safe and healthy, for as long as he could. The volcano's eruption in his youth had shaped him significantly, and he wanted to be sure that no matter what happened to Abaven that they could always be taken care of, even if he had just a tiny part in that.

He'd been distracted, swimming deep in his thoughts, when a stranger drew closer. Spirit was skittish but not always as observant as he ought to be; her voice alarmed him initially and he flinched, spinning around suddenly to find the source of the voice. "L-lost?" He repeated, as if trying to wrap his mind around what she was asking him. He froze for a moment, eyes wide. He'd been alone with his siblings for days and he'd settled into a false sense of security; it'd been a long while since he'd encountered a stranger and he found himself momentarily stunned. "N-no, I'm not lost. J-just... looking for someone," he explained, trying to find some strength in his voice so that he didn't look like a skittish fool.