[It is many things, but he still doubts she would listen. Or at the least, that she would hear him.
He snickers though.]
Eh, it just means the swamp likes you. I could show you were the ground isn't mush-
[His eyes widen in his skull and he looks at her back. Yes, nothing but bone but in a moment the swamp shack is gone, and the walls are stucco and the room smells like cinnamon, wood varnish and what ever perfume she had worn. The name is gone in his memory, but the scent oh, that one can never be forgotten.]
Ah. O-okay.
[He closes his eyes, old habits helping him un-do the button before he turns around completely. His eyes still closed, even if the image is burned in his memory from years ago.]
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He snickers though.]
Eh, it just means the swamp likes you. I could show you were the ground isn't mush-
[His eyes widen in his skull and he looks at her back. Yes, nothing but bone but in a moment the swamp shack is gone, and the walls are stucco and the room smells like cinnamon, wood varnish and what ever perfume she had worn. The name is gone in his memory, but the scent oh, that one can never be forgotten.]
Ah. O-okay.
[He closes his eyes, old habits helping him un-do the button before he turns around completely. His eyes still closed, even if the image is burned in his memory from years ago.]