Hushed Willows i'm not uncomfortable feeling weird

yes it is, she says; he watches expectantly but she doesn't say anything else. his eyes flick from her face back to his puddle for a moment. luckily for her, he knows exactly how to fill a silence. "esp'sh'ly the way the sun looks," he says, "an' all the dappled shadows, see?" he points to where the sun has shown through the leaves of the nearby willows, leaving hazy streaks of shadows on the ground, interpersed with light. "it's like -- like spots. but.. prettier, i think."