Otter Creek that what you wanted to hear?

If one looked quick enough, they would catch the subtle downward tug of his lips at her statement. He may not have stayed but he did not resent the woods. He truly wished the best for the them, to thrive and survive. Then she asked a question that seemed to temporarily shut his brain down. Green gaze settling to look at the ground between them.

I guess I figured we were all dead after that. And I suppose I rather stupidly — cowardly — believed I had more living left to do. But when he had fled for other lands what had he done? No grand adventures or emboldening stories to come back with. He had grown into the frame of a man but had not become one.