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

his head and body practically matched now as they tangled in the puddle.

something that once would have horrified him, but it wasn't so hard when he was here. picturing toads and gardens. things he had come to love deeply.

then that's my only plan, magda. make a garden and get some toads. he sighed against her. somewhere against her, truthfully it was hard to tell where she began and he ended...