[ by all metrics, the man with the missing leg should not be going out there, walking an hour in the woods, fighting not to stumble when the terrain gets uneven, when the roots of the trees seem to be trying to trip him up, specifically — and yet, the idea of not knowing what's out here, the idea of not knowing as much as he possibly can about everything... that's far, far worse than the pain he'll be in, later.

so here they are; and his neighbour is not bad company. he's used to his sharp edges by now, and the eye rolls and grumbling is actually pretty comfortable, reminds him of their near-nightly chats through the sheet-thin walls.

it's been an hour, and they haven't found a damn thing, and maybe silver should be countering the declaration with exactly that... but there's something in oushi's voice that gives him pause, makes his brows furrow for a moment.

then he smiles. ] Sure. I was getting pretty tired of walking around, anyway. You've seen one part of the forest, you've seen all of the forest.