Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

"Kind of both and add plenty of rubbish to the equation too," Osprey replied, chuckling at the childish enthusiasm the teenager had. You could not tell by looks alone that this almost-adult was still a kid inside. And because Charon had scared him so badly, she had the natural urge to take care of and protect him from any harm, while he was in her company. 

"I told you that we are more than four - I guess that can be considered reasonably big?" Osprey shrugged, trying to think around the very obvious fact, that numbers weren't her forte and she could not count. She was good at remembering faces and names and could easily tell the difference between - zero (no one), one, few and many - but exact maths had never been neccessary.

"Unless you count in all of the ghosts, few trolls and a dragon that resides in the forest," she added, suddenly remembering the day, when she and Mordecai had walked through the Blacktail deer plateau inventing the otherwordly creatures and their tales. "Does any of the supernatural folk live at the Silvertip mountain?" she asked casual, as if discussing the imaginary beasts was the most common thing in the world.