When the caretaker left him his robes and told him to take care of Songclave he didn’t mind! He loved helping out his fellow pilgrims, whether that was with healing or playing songs in hopes of whatever was ailing them leaving. He really enjoyed his new role… and then it was as if the world collapsed. Songclave was in ruins, several had fallen to the great breaking. He still sung his songs, playing his chimes in hopes of raising spirits even as black threads erupted from below. He was assisting a pilgrim using the healing supplies he’d gathered from the Whiteward when a group of fleeing pilgrims approached the settlement. His first thought was to soothe them with his chimes, as he had done with the others- then he noticed they were carrying the red maiden! She was unconscious, though thankfully alive. According to the pilgrims she was found just outside the cogwork core- not too far from where the great breaking had originated. He urged the pilgrims to set her down on a piece of cloth he used for healing. After tending to her surprisingly already mostly healed wounds, he started playing his chimes and singing, both for himself and for her.