"Or it could be the Forest Spirits," she says casually. "They aren't above this and there are rumors about some spirit that messes with everyone's head." She rubs her hands together and blows at them, "This entire place is fucked up, can't blame it on just one person." Even though she really wants to.

Her eyes land on the feather he pulls out and her expression softens. It's from that guy that got her in bed when she got drunk a week ago, huh? Fitting.

"I know but... you just have to trust him that he can handle it."