Felltree Marsh She can wait if she wants

He was willing, and willing subjects were always the best. He seemed to take some pride form having been asked, which would make him all the more simple to bring along. She didn't even really have to try, to manipulate him- it seemed that she simply had to be nice. This was a lot less exhausting than having to be very nice and play on the emotions of others. 

He brought her attention to the side of his face which he had sought to turn away from her. So she prowled around to that side without hesitation. From here, she could see the faint marring of what should have been bright and glittering, and she admired it. Being half blind must've sucked, though. "Got ya." She said. "We awh gonna be thcoutin' thuh-rough the marsh. Thee if there awh any new thent-th that have come in the latht night." She said. "Thound good?" She asked.