[His direction follows the same path as his old friend; he begins helping by picking twigs and snapping branches he can reach. Dry grasses are seized by one hand, meadow flowers uprooted with the other. There is an unnatural peace in the air - the reward of everything he wants without any effort required to earn.
He continues lending a hand - work shared is work halved, after all - and approaches close enough to whisper.]
Does all seem well?
[He is hardly asking for opinions - his own well and truly formed - but he does want to hear thoughts.]
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He continues lending a hand - work shared is work halved, after all - and approaches close enough to whisper.]
Does all seem well?
[He is hardly asking for opinions - his own well and truly formed - but he does want to hear thoughts.]