Blackfeather Woods Where the hell did all this blood come from

She didn't answer him. Instead of conversing with words, Relmyna resorted to body language, a form of communication that Ramsay understood well but rarely utilized beyond what was necessary for daily interactions. He took her up on her invitation by sidling closer until he was standing between the sharp spires of rock jutting toward the cave's ceiling and peering up through his lashes at her, but he didn't attempt to converse with his body.

Instead, he seated himself, shoulders scarcely a foot from the ground as his short spine collapsed into his haunches, and told her, "I'm Ramsay." Like any kid not yet stripped of their extroversion, he had no issues with just talking at adults rather than to them, which he confirmed when moments later he said, "Never been here. You like it?" Silly boy; he didn't yet know what sort of place this was.