Adrift

Sakana had finished doing his rounds. He was eternally grateful for the help of the Hallows healers in checking in on everyone that needed checking on. Sid though, she still seemed... hesitant to get to the bottom of whatever irked her. And it was little wonder, she'd been through the ringer in short order. She might not want to be poked at and prodded, she probably didn't want to talk about her feelings either, but maybe he could offer a distraction under the guise of work.

He stopped by the treehouse first, opening the door and spying the dusty inside. Blondie wouldn't have it, and leapt down off his shoulder and set to tidying up, shooing Sakana away as she set to work, no doubt a little thank you for Sid's assistance with keeping an eye on Tar. He made his way down the winding stairs, spotting a smear of white against the dirt beneath the tree. He buried any worry under a casual grin, sauntering close enough to nip at an ear as if his noisy approach wouldn't have been enough to get her attention. “Y' seen what's under th' stones out in the moor yet?”

“Speech”