Haunted Wood I can’t pretend cause

The stranger looked contempt.
At complete ease. He was in the wrong place at the very wrong time.
And to not even shy away from her?! Not even to bat an eyelid at her obvious distaste.
She should replace Venny's body with his - the looser earth was large enough.

​But no. O'Malley stepped forth with his cool demeanour, soothing the rage -- blocking her view.
Do you want to be fixed, Vanity?
She blinked, looking back to the gravestone.
She settled down, sulking.
The pair blabbered on about Gods and crap, and it seems like O'Malley was actually having an effect on the other.
She'd forgotten to ask if he could actually fight. Shit.

"I'm just digging up a body," she muttered, glancing back over to the pair. Oh - oh ho if he said no. If he breathed an inkling of no she would have his head settled in the trees and his tail dug into the ground. Whilst his insides were still...connected.
A small smile popped into her expression.