Calder walked quietly through the forest as he followed the small sparrow that had not relented until he followed. He kept pace with the bird until it landed in the boughs of a tree. He walked up to it and noticed a figure curled into the base of the roots. Slowly he kneeled down and sat away from the figure crumpled among the roots. He studied their clothes and recognized the colors of his brother, Sol. His gaze hardened for a moment before it softened. He could not judge this mortal without understanding first. One does not end up like this in his forest without some reason. He rests his hands on his knees as the figure slowly turned to look at him. He looked into the figures gaze and his expression softened further. "Are you alright?" He asks gently.