Wild Berry Meadow Maybe I'm the one who's changed or the one to blame

she was charming, wasn't she? castor brightened with a barely-concealed smile as she flicked a berry at him. he caught it, showing it off between his teeth for one grinning moment before he ate it. the berries weren't why he'd come here, and bridget likely knew it as well as he did, but he was content to continue the line of conversation for a moment.
it's certainly nice to smell something other than fish, he joked, stepping nearer to take a berry of his own from a branch. you know, i never did get to ask why you helped me. i didn't exactly make the best case for myself. he glanced at her with a curious tilt of his head. not that i'm ungrateful. i would have understood if you hadn't wanted to take the chance, though. ignoring, of course, that he would be dead in that case.