Blackfeather Woods Rust to rust

The male's gaze followed hers to the pelvis bone. His face remained cool, it seemed, as if he was not truly surprised. It did not surprise the spirit; the caretaker was gone, that much was clear. When he said to give her his regards, the spirit said, She already heard them. She gestured around her as if there was truly some sort of entity about them who was witnessing his presence. The spirit child was sure of the presence of the caretaker's spirit in that moment. But then, she had not really realised that his comment had perhaps not been intended so literal. While she was versed in words, the pale youth was not as trained as most of her age were in them. Especially sarcasm and common phrasing of things -- such as 'who are you' meaning 'what is your name' -- were totally lost on her.

After he had left she exchanged a brief glance with Shadow and continued tending to the altar in silence and peace, as if the intruder had never been there.