Jade Fern Grove we've got honey dripping through our veins now

"thank you." they should part, then, and yet did not. his gaze fell to the things she had brought, and then back to her. "you remain a joy, even in light of this all, iana." a statement he meant as matter-of-face, though he did not consider how flippant it might see, given the history of this greenway grove.
a shake of his head. "no. i vill be searching in all the cardinal directions." praimfaya must come back.
now, clock ticking close to eight hours.
"i should bring this back to them," the man told himself aloud, suddenly shattered beneath an agony of tiredness. he coughed, shoulders shaking, and smiled balefully at iana. "i seem to be a mess each time ve meet. i hope not to be so the next time ve see vone another."