Lion Head Mesa he sees your dreams, feasts on your screams

he watched her with intense concern, eyes flashing over every feature despite lacking the knowledge to diagnose her state. was her gaze a bit... off? her whites somewhat bloodshot? he was just about to turn and bark for a helper, when she spoke his name.

he bit his tongue and let her pull together a sentence, but once it was complete, gucci found his lips had parted in surprise.

"...oh. ah. w-w-well." he looked away and forced a jittery chuckle, the accompanying smile volatile and hollow.

now he looked somewhere to his right, mouth still open, but obviously at a loss of words.

"...ah..." 

his gaze finally went back to her.

"...ah dunno." the smile on his lips had the presence of cobwebs in the corner of a ceiling.

"d-don't git me wrang, ahm well cared for, th- the fell-ah-heen bring meals t'me n clean me n mah rooms, but..."

there was a sharp inhale trough closed teeth.

"...ah truly would like ta go home. there was, s'pposed t' be someone who'd come fer me, they jus'... nevah showed up." batty ears turned back and flattened. "at this point, ah don't... believe anyone's lookin' fer me no more. n-not that that's as sad as ah make it sound, lawd no!" he hurried to say, as his friend didn't need to saddle herself with his baggage too. "ah like it 'ere. ah'v gat friends 'ere, n th' scenery's nice n so's th' food, n 'sides, ah can't jus' up n leave 'fter all that's been done fer me!" 

finally, he managed a true, bright smile.

"why askin', the bedriddeness got ya feet achin' fo' th' road?"