Witch's Marsh hearts / wires

it was an odd feeling, to be seen so clearly.

dinah’s voice has a soothing quality to it. he is too obtuse to fully make sense of her words, but listens as if she were a melody.

in turn, his words to her are sparse. his tongue is a sheet of sandpaper, his mouth is still dry.

mm. he can only murmur in reply. yeah.

there was nothing he’d done to deserve her dedication.

dinah, he starts,

don’t get wrapped up in this mess.