Verdant Basin he speaks of the sickening longing, the unwell emotion.

it wasn't so uncomfortable here, piled together. muddy and smelly, and hungry sure, but not alone. that's all she'd wanted for the longest time.

hah! settled, then. she smacked the ground with a foot (not entirely sure which foot) and barked, hereby dub 'dis as home! in the morn' i'll get to pissin' on it --

her words became a bolt of laughter which made veran's head bounce, and that in turn made her laugh even more! and maybe we 'ken name it someday. home works fer me, though. fer nah.

fade? more than happy for follow up :3

and then i'll stop smelling like people and start smelling like mud and —

his head was jostled against her some. both of them speaking too much to keep the other one still. which meant he only dissolved into laughter with her instead.

it was good to feel good.

to think about gardens and frogs.

home's good. he sighed at last. with the knowledge that soon he'd need to untangle himself and go find something for them — plants or food — but enjoying this moment for what it was.

companionship.