Moonstone Quarry For of sugar and ice, I am made

Sumac gaped, dumbstruck. His jaw fell open, air uselessly passing through his larynx without producing any meaningful sounds. He seemed frozen, unsure of how to respond. Had… had he offended them?

After a few moments, he managed to remember to close his mouth before it dried out. He blinked.

“Uhm… yes?” He replied tentatively, the rest of his frame still stiff with uncertainty.

Fine ol’ mess you’ve made, ‘Mac.

“Should… s-should I leave?” He asked dumbly, gesturing over his shoulder with his maw yet not taking his eyes off the stranger.