Bramblepoint But I keep cruising

She busied herself with the plants, and he watched for a while, but Revui's attention began to drift. If an event did not involve battle, bloodshed, or combat, he was unlikely to linger - but he knew his role was important, and would protect her. Perhaps in the process he would glean some understanding for this behavior. She was gathering the leaves from the vines, not the fruit. As the pile grew and grew, Revui's confusion spiked. But then the girl called out to him and asked for aid, so with a heave he drifted closer and bent over the pile to inspect it. His nostrils flared as he sniffed at the frostbitten bits of leaf-litter, but eventually he scooped some of them up in his mouth - like a crocodile holding precious eggs between those sharp teeth - and looked at her for direction. Raspberry leaves stuck out from his mouth like a fringe of green, giving him a bearded look almost, and it was almost comical.