Winter nods with growing vigor as Laszlo speaks, agreeing wholeheartedly. She doesn't mind the quiet, but two separate feelings that turn out to be part of the same thread is nice to find, too. Maybe it's that little zing of connection that keeps her talking, stops her from keeping her thoughts to herself. Her gaze moves back to the tree, as though it might help her with words."Not a bad fear. Awe, maybe? Like, in the old sense." She pulls in a breath and adds, "Numinous."

"Not to get all twee with the mystical woo," says the literal witch who used to be the Druidic Arts TA, grinning now like she knows it, "But when I'm walking, sometimes I feel like the valley itself is...like...asking me to stay? Like it's lonely or empty. I don't know. You ever get that?"