Swiftcurrent Creek elfscript

"but!" he cried, scrambling after her. "but i don't want it, i — i'm sort of a hunter. well, a tracker. i wouldn't have need of such space," he rambled in the tones of a nervous realtor. "but i t-think, well, i t-thought you looked fine there."
he flushed.
"why don't we figure out what we could do with this space? seems a shame to let it go unused?" lestan added, tipping a jaunty smile up toward moss.