The Heartwood this little bluebird came looking for you.

What was describe of only brought one word to his mind: disgusting.  Rannoch considered himself fortunate that he had never run into one and he hoped the lucky would continue for the longevity of the life ahead of him. His face twisted in ways unimaginable, voicing his dislike without saying a single word. Finally, with the quivering of her body, Rannoch expressed a pained, "bleh," to agree with the hatred she harbored for them. 

Though the revolting subject matter had derailed Liffey's train of thought in her search for the elusive creature, Rannoch still felt confident that she would be able to find it. A smile met her embarrassment, and his eyes shone as he looked upon her. "You're doing fine," Rannoch reassured, hoping that such encouragement would inspire her.