Hushed Willows we're stuck in slow life.

Silas wasn't jumping at the offer to help him clean it any, and just meagerly shook out a 'no'. He peered on in silence, hopeful that his.. more inclined caretaker of a mother may handle the matter more gracefully. But. Tambourine's attention span was shorter than anything else, so he was out of there soon after. He watched him go, as always, a little uncertain of what to make of his everything.

He nodded when she said she'd check on him, not meaning to seem too indifferent to his plight. "I hope it doesn't," he murmured. "Didn't think poop in an eye was very good," Silas sighed quietly and fought off the urge to wince at the thought, but, noted that infection was a potential outcome here -- unsurprisingly. Still gross though. He didn't want to find out personally or have any closer involvement to it than he'd already had. "I was, but.. nothing too exciting to track yet today," he answered, shaking his head. It was quiet out on his trails so far and he was still waiting for dusk to get closer. "What were you doing?" he asked.