King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

she says no and delight is admittedly a little relieved, though now all the more curious. but then she clarifies it's about the taste and his ears perk up, intrigued. "yeah, i'll try a bit," the nénar says, inching forward slightly to take whatever she offers him.

he's beginning to connect her reticence to shyness. he doesn't actually know very much about her - about any of the núros, honestly, except from what he gleaned in moments (and for jomyo, but she's a different case). "where are you from, anatha?" the androgyne asks, his habit of collecting stories unfailing. he doesn't know exactly where matteo or sunflower are from either, but the former's scars tell a story and the latter .. is sort of a goof. anatha is just small and talks like she hasn't in a while, and, well, he's not a historian for nothing.