Handy decided discretion was the better part of valour and shut his mouth. If anything, he really would rather be off elsewhere after a little revelation like that. That was of course if his torch had not led him here. The others thought he was using it to lead them to the lake and this spirit that would be condemning the otherwise perpetually happy deer to a lifetime of freezing cold isolation one season and oblivion for the remaining three. In reality, he was willing the torch to lead him to the nearest vortex crystal that just so happened to be in the same direction because of course it was. 