Flycatcher Downs Sometimes being too courageous is a problem

He murmured something then, something that was so foreign to her ears that she comically tilted her head again. This time, in the opposite direction for pure effect. Perhaps now more than ever, she probably seemed like some weird looking coyote that had lost the genetics lottery, but Echelon hardly considered this or. Or would have cared, if ever called on the point. But her interest was half-genuine, though a part of her began to wonder if he wasn't just sick in some way. Whether it was truly some sort of physical malady that affected him or he was just sick in the head, well, she hadn't decided. So far, he seemed to just have a screwed up appendage.

"Ghosts are real," she said in seriousness. "Tuunbaq is real." Her head righted itself. "Other stuff's not real, though. But ghosts are. Spirits are. Your spirit is real, yes?" He had piqued her interest, which usually was not so easy to do. But given that he was an utter stranger and unfamiliar with so much, hell, even a foreigner of sorts to boot... she saw no harm in being philosophical for whatever inclination.

"What's wrong with that," she stated rather than asking, gesturing to the place he had been fussing with. "Did the storm get you? Lightning?" Lightning made fire though, so maybe he just got whacked by a branch in the chaos of it all. Truth be told, Echelon probably was not without her cuts and scrapes as well. Only she had been fortunate enough to ride out the worst of the calamity from the refuge of a hole in the wall cavern.