"I walked home one morning last month, met a woman I'd never seen before, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was my sister." His tone is flat and doesn't even come close to covering just what that meant to him, personally. He still has that connection. They had sat, and talked, and reminisced. "I remember watching her grow up."

He flicks his fingers against some partially crushed foliage, then pushes the leaves out of the way to give Poe a clear view of the dirt. It's largely unhelpful, but that mark next to the flattened area could be the treads of a boot. Unfortunately it's the only one, and Nyx stands up after a moment of looking around. "Something probably landed here, but there's no blood. Nothing to say where it went."