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

fade? more than happy for follow up :3

and then i'll stop smelling like people and start smelling like mud and —

his head was jostled against her some. both of them speaking too much to keep the other one still. which meant he only dissolved into laughter with her instead.

it was good to feel good.

to think about gardens and frogs.

home's good. he sighed at last. with the knowledge that soon he'd need to untangle himself and go find something for them — plants or food — but enjoying this moment for what it was.

companionship.