Hushed Willows you're my devil, you're my angel

He didn't feel scared, per se, but something about the way the small child stared so blankly unsettled Tambourine. He turned to flee walk away when he made a strange sound. Tambourine froze, swallowed and squinted at him. "Woo?" he said back, just as quietly. He supposed it had been an innocent noise, even a sort of cute one. But he continued to eye the kid mistrustfully, as there was just something creepy about him.