Zelgadis' mouth twitched. He turned quickly, concealing the growing frown. "Suit yourself," he said, pushing low-hanging branches out of his way and hastening along.

He thought himself unpleasant enough to avoid wanting to follow along on most days, and often, that suited him and his needs. Now, though, he wasn't quite so blue and rock-faced. He couldn't help but wonder if that was part of it, couldn't help but feel a little pleased by it.

After all, he reminded himself, he was human again. At long last...

And actually, he hadn't given himself enough proper time to really bask in that fact; the circumstances surrounding it were too fishy. But now every leaf his fingers grazed was a little blessing once more, and even the feeling of his own clothes on his body was incredibly apparent.



...Oh, yeah. Also, apparently looking safe enough to follow around in the woods at night from a young woman's perspective. That was interesting, too.


Zelgadis glanced over his shoulder. True, she didn't exactly exude pleasantness, but...it was a dark, spooky forest, and nobody really knew what was going on. He could probably afford a little benefit of the doubt and not utterly regret it later, right?

"Who are you, anyway?"