Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

he had not been one for a lot of things before magda.

yet it was somehow easier to unfurl before her. welcoming the bump and leaning his head as she reached for an ear, offering it freely. it was nicer than he ever wanted to admit.

so he didn't. instead he focused on her words.

like people? he arched a brow, inviting her to explain.