Blacktail Deer Plateau ever he is, who takes his seat so close

He fidgeted a little when she moved close. Tensed sometimes as she pressed the paste upon his skin; he did not mean to, but his teeth grit each time. His toes curling against the dirt. Little things. Whenever Erzulie's eyes traced across his features he was looking away from her or letting his own gaze become glassy and distant.

As soon as she relented and sank back, the tension flowed away from him again. He relaxed his jaw, licked his lips - glanced at her carefully. The task did not sound too difficult and had he the energy to reply, he would have said as much; it would be nice to get out from under the canopy of this forest despite having just returned to it.

What did you make of de ot'er day? His mother probed after a pause, and to this he drew a sharp breath and opened his mouth - but held his tongue, at least until Reyes' initial thoughts subsided.

It was fun. Probably not what she wanted to hear.