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

whaaaat, 'spect me to let a catch like yew go? she pestered him, charmed by his reaction and so thrilled to see him bothered, in a good way. he was bashful again, or at least made very shy and as he withdrew, she followed him.

ah mean it! we could make it out here. two of us, eatin' less than those stomachs-on-legs yew serve naw. he was chomping grass. was the idea of living wild, like they were meant, so upsetting to his belly? maybe the boy wasn't ready for the idea. she'd jumped the shark, so to speak.