Stavanger Bay [m] Be our guest

His lips press together as he cocks an ear toward her, drinking in every word as his feet keep moving. They grind to a halt when she mentions watching her family go mad. Bushtit stares at her, his lips slightly parted. Does she mean mad as in insane? He blinks and shakes his head lightly, standing there as he listens to the rest of her sad, sad story.

It really juxtaposes her bright, upbeat personality to the point he’s kind of thrown. He slowly resumes walking as he chews on her words, hoping she doesn’t mind that he takes a moment to process the tragic tale. Why had her whole family gone insane, one by one? How had they died? Why had her savior left?

Damn, is all he can think to say. You’d never know you came from such a hard place. He means it as a compliment and hopes Kirain takes it as such. Glad you made it.

Speaking of making it, they’ve reached the edge of the forest. He sniffs at the air, easily plucking out Solenya’s scent. His tail twitches as he scans the trees, then turns his snout back toward his companion. He waits for her to lead the way across the borders.