Haunted Wood I can’t escape these thoughts in my broken mind

He watches her deflate and he tilts his head slightly in interest as she speaks. If he was honest he hadn’t planned on leaving even if she beat him with a stick. 

He nods languidly. “Si, si, cariña.” He whispers back. The plume of his hind legs meet the ground as he takes a seated position. “Relájate, get comfortable.” He says softly to her, she seems to tense for him. Giving a single nod back is all he gives to let her know to go on and that he’s listening intently.