Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

Works for me <3

Head fog consumes him. It takes a moment to really register her responses, so Evergreen is pretty much staring at her sleepily. His mismatched green eyes blink in concern, bewildered by Dulce's startled expression.

Oh, he supplies after a long silence. Right. Borders. He does that a lot. It warms his heart that Dulce is willing to help with them, too.

Fortunately, Dulce extends an invitation, and that kicks his brain into gear. Eve gets to his feet. Uh, yeah, I'd love to. With that, the sleepy bear let's Dulce set the pace. He's good with wandering after, and trying to wake up some.

How are you—he yawns midway through—Sorry, uh... how are you settling in?