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there is an intensity to his features that seems to devour her every word and swallow it whole, an intensity to all of him. his tone is somber when he speaks again, and she dips her head. "perhaps." she remembers the burnt-out husks of the trees adi and herself passed through all those months ago, giants felled, some so huge they'd had to go around (or over, with no shortage of effort). surely this is to what he refers, and she commits this scrap of information to memory. 

"found one - the Hollow is a good place." it will not ever be what Morningside was to her. the cold of the sea begins to feel uncomfortable, now, and her pawpads are numb. she shifts, drawing herself from the waves and regretting it the moment the wind burns through the drenched fur. it makes her eager to move, but the man and his odd intensity are too interesting for a hasty goodbye. "I never got your name - I'm Dawn."