[Eustace just remains silent for a moment, a pensive look on his face before he turns.]
It's quiet.
[A pointed glance at her.]
Too quiet.
[No sounds from the animals, no birds flying around, not even insects. There's an occasional rustle of the leaves, but that's more ominous than anything. And while he's all for peace and quiet, this isn't the kind he favors.]
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It's quiet.
[A pointed glance at her.]
Too quiet.
[No sounds from the animals, no birds flying around, not even insects. There's an occasional rustle of the leaves, but that's more ominous than anything. And while he's all for peace and quiet, this isn't the kind he favors.]