The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

She is kind. She is well spoken.

Almost a disjointing sort of reaction, used to the blunt directness of the Rise and the strangers he had encountered.

Back there, He gestured behind him even if it was of no use in a place this dense. The Rise on the edge. Grunted a bit more informatively, if she ever might find her way through this enough to see the slopes of it.

Are you?