Mostly, Kaphiri worried for Fable and her family. Was it some strange, foreign power that stole each of them away from their original homes? Was it each individual God or Goddess out there --of which the priest accepted there were many-- placing servants like Kaphiri here for some untold reason? Were the fae desperate for their guardian's back in some other realm? He worried for the family, hoped they were simply together and safe for now.
Of everything Epona had taught him, he didn't know what to assume.
He didn't have a terrible amount of time to overthink, but somehow, he managed it anyway. Mind racing and heart heavy, he didn't notice Dimitri until she was calling out to him, suddenly there; her silvery form blotting into view through the mists bellowing from the falling river as if conjured by his thoughts. Was Fiadh hiding over there too, he wondered half with amusement half with bitterness. Now... now, he had to follow through on his silent vow. He had to do the right thing.

Was he alright? Pfft.

The wine-red priest pulled himself to his paws and moved with heavy, automatic steps to the Regent, offering a half-hearted wave of his plumy tail. He didn't answer immediately, just frowned more deeply, listening as she went on to speak of the bones and their ill omens and resettling himself next to the Callosum. After a moment, he spoke, but he didn't talk about what he was doing here staring into the abyss or anything else apparently related to anything she'd said.

I've been meaning to look for you, or Fiadh, he puffed uncertainly, one ear turning back in discomfort, To ask if theres a seasoned herbalist among us still, or if I need to step up more.