Hushed Willows if i get home before daylight, i just might get some sleep tonight

She looks up, then, taking a moment to acknowledge her surroundings. The willows are new to her, and the rushing of the waterfall isn’t in her recent memory, and it’s hardly desolate as she once imagined. “It’s not—” she starts, ears falling back. She’s not used to talking and now her mouth feels weird, so she isn’t sure what she wants to say. Siler eyes remain on the trees, the waterfall background noise in the distance. Silas spoke of the willows, she remembers and closes her eyes. “Okay,” she murmurs, and lowers her front half back to the ground.