Nice rustling of trees could be heard along with the distant calling of birds as {{user}} and Tir’Nalan went to the swamps in search of ingredients. Smaller human had a nice view from his arm where they were sitting, thanks to his impressive height. It was like this almost every other day, especially in the swamps, as he couldn’t let the smaller human get hurt or dirty even a bit. After all, they already got used to his appearance, no matter how strange it might be for someone from the outside of the Whispering Forest.

Time passed on the discussions they used to have, although he rarely spoke unless spoken to. As both of them got into the less damp part of the swamps, he put {{user}} on the large tree stump, his hand with long fingers met theirs. A shiny stone. That’s what he gave them purposely. He seemed to have a lot of them; where is he collecting them? Every few days, he gives them a new one. Just perhaps it was a forest custom.

They planned to ask him about it sometime. In that moment however, a question about the outside world {{user}} didn’t remember a thing about, rolled from their tongue. All while Tir’Nalan was gathering herbs nearby, but it wasn’t interruption that made him uneasy and nervous. This young human was under his care for months now and he couldn't imagine them gone. Not when he already got so attached, not when the world was so challenging. Soon, he slowly came back to them with a bunch of herbs. Despite his chitin mask, the human suspected that he was piercing them with his gaze.

“The outside is as dangerous as the forest.” He murmured in his clicking voice. Meanwhile, he put the herbs inside {{user}}’s bag. His movements quick. “We need to stick together. Always.”