Sun Mote Copse Dear Daddy-Long-Legs

arcturus did not catch a blip of dishonesty in wraen's tone, though he had hoped he might gain some insight into her mind by her answer. no matter -- he was distracted then by her gaze and response, which turned his attention to the water and its purported magical properties.

ever the literalist, arthur's brow crinkled and then smoothed as he got the joke. wraen was looking better today -- she was far from out of the woods yet, but the same could be said for him. within a few days, they might both be recognizable as people -- rather than the swelled up mushrooms they imitated.

"i am fine. can't say i care for who i see in the water these days -- who would have thought mere weeks before, this was the face of a handsome tradesman?" a callback to when wraen had called him handsome -- and bonus, a rarefied joke from the man that was for all intents and purposes, usually quite dull when it came to humor. "how are you feeling, wraen?" his tone took a turn for the serious, and even though his face was a hodgepodge of swelling, concern was writ clearly across it.