Love language

They were only just adults, why did it feel like they'd already lived lifetimes? Lifetimes, and in each lifetime, he'd been standing there next to her. Hell, all of these lifetimes, and she still feels like that lost little girl. No, that's not entirely true. She feels like that lost little girl for a moment, sure, but then she's reminded that she's the little girl found.

She... huh? Hazel tentatively reached out, taking the handle of the knife in her jaws. It's a careful, curious little... chomp? Ah, yeah, wooden knife handle. The whole thing feels silly, she can't help but let a bit of a giggle sneak out. Trying to keep it together and play along but also what's happening?

"A good ol' fashioned game of--" the words are muffled around the knife. Hazel can barely hold back her laughter now, though she would give it at least one go with a show of enthusiasm. Right, be a good sport! Lunging forward with a dramatic flourish and then... missing the tree entirely in her first swing. Ope, well, score one for being blindfolded. Laughing in earnest now, Hazel took a step back, curiously prodding at the tree with the knife. "Okay, but really, what gives?" At least the change of pace has left her in a good mood.

"Speech"