don't paint me black when i used to be golden

He'd been going stir crazy? "You're not even the one stuck inside," maybe she played up the whine in her tone of voice a little. There was something weird going on, but he was still her best friend. He was still Lis, she could still joke and laugh with him... right? Right. She could hope. She could hope, in her heart of hearts. It had to be true.

His admission puts her at ease, at least a bit. Her breath was a little shaky though, and a bit of a whimper lived in her throat. "You knew where I was, it's not like I could have really gone anywhere else..." the words were soft. Her feelings were hurt, as much as she pretended to not have them. Or be incapable of having them. Or that she wasn't in lo-- nope, not a thought she'd give voice to.

At the mention of their treehouse though, she perked up. "How does it look?" Her posture shifted, and there was a shade of excitement that had been dormant for quite some time. "I want to see it," before he could even answer, Hazel was on her feet. Now that she'd ventured outside, she wasn't going to be held back by much.

"Speech"