Stick began walking back towards King with Anaseth just behind him. She was surprisingly light on her feet, handling the marsh in a much more gingerly manner than he could.
“Have you come across anyone else out here?” Stick asked.
She shook her head, “Just you.”
“It’s strange,” she continued, “I’ve been out here for so long, alone, and it has been sort of crazy but sort of beautiful as well. There is something about this air out here.”