Moonspear and watered heaven with their tears

The question seemed to hit a nerve. Tiuttuk’s upper teeth pressed into her lower lip as Elk answered. Nothing in his response explained the suddenly somber tenor. It made her very curious, though she wouldn’t push. He lived here now; there would be plenty of time to learn more about his backstory.

So, what’ll it be? Guided tour or solitary exploration? she asked instead.

Pie wasn’t entirely sure which option she hoped he took. She could certainly use the distraction of a guided tour, though part of Pie felt like withdrawing. It had nothing to do with Elk, of course. It was just that her social battery could barely hold a charge these days.