{ there are two abrupt sides to louis. either he's with his hands in the thick of it, or he will keep in isolation for decades. so, pardon if he's somewhat too lost in his process to the whole situation of being summoned into a strange land when he hears the woman's voice. at first glance, he might even be too still as if he were a statue carved out of a mysterious allure. he's trying his best to not draw attention. he might need to see if he can find some shades to cover his eyes. since he can never be too careful. }

Oh? Now I'm curious to what they do use. I've heard people have become trees in their passing.

{ he adds it to his mental checklist, if he ever gets an opportunity to inquire about the customs of the folk around them. he knows more than anyone what it is to honor culture when it is set in motion. he'll always be his nola creole roots no matter how far he goes from his once home. louis eyes the wildflowers, his gaze considering as it lands back to the woman's face. }

I suppose I never did try to sleep without one. It would be for me.

{ a near open confession. he'll inch closer to it, unless she figures it out? }