Hushed Willows Now I see fire, inside the mountain

Kincaid gave a thought hum, thinking it was likely as Orlaith hoped; aside from the marsh, the land didn't seem like it'd been formed overmuch by rainfall. The woods were deep, but not the sort of rainforest he associated with hesd-round downpour.

As Orlaith was confused by his words, so was he by hers. Why did she think no one would bother them? This seemed a strange non-sequitur to the ruddy male, but he acknowledged it with a polite nod.

Let's all hope so, he agreed, stepping back toward the skull. You know where you folk keep your medicine?