Oh I suppose so ... I mean, if we have to give a haunted forest a break, Brecllian probably earned it. At least they closed off the spooky shit in the Black Marshes.

[Adasse drawled out, and he feels something in his chest ease a little more, with Sorrel curling into him. It always makes him feel like he's both protector and protected, when Sorrel holds him like this. Then there's those kisses, and each one of those kisses draws Adasse further and further from his wordless fears and into the intimate glow of Sorrel's affection and care.]

If you want me to be more interesting, tell me to steal something, darlin'. [He drawled, cracking open one eye with a smirk, before his brown eyes lit up.] Oi, forgot to tell you. I made one of my old jumps today. Clean, didn't fall at all.