[He looks down, his reply caught in his throat for a moment. He's scared that her answer will change, frankly, but he has to know. He wants this little bit of relief. He hopes he can believe her, should it remain the same. He wants to believe it.
He clears his throat, but there's a hoarseness to his voice that can't be fixed immediately - he'd done his share of yelling in the forest.]
... If someone dies here and their stuff vanishes... It means they went home? They're home, right?
[Action, evening]
He clears his throat, but there's a hoarseness to his voice that can't be fixed immediately - he'd done his share of yelling in the forest.]
... If someone dies here and their stuff vanishes... It means they went home? They're home, right?