As expected, Wake falls in step without prompting. He trails by a just a half pace and, once clear on the direction they're moving in, his attention shifts from her to searching out into the swaying dark that waits ahead of them. Trees bend to the wind there. The rain comes hard enough that the ground should squish under their feet and the grasses have buckled. These things may not touch them, but they make for strange shapes in the night.

'Weirded out,' she says. That's funny.

She's a Summoned like he is, Wake concludes more or less at the same time he recognizes that, Oh right. He's acting like a complete lunatic.

"A little." A lot. But what else is new? "But no, not really. You wash up in a place you shouldn't be, and it kind of makes sense. It'd be weirder if everything was normal."

He lets himself look at her instead of the shadows that make up the treeline.

"I take it you're not new here."