Private Finished The Fog Rises

Did it seem like they were taking a long time to think about something? Tril pondered that as they looked back at Smokey and then realized... they didn't care. It didn't matter anyways. None of it mattered. Not the school, not the feelings of the poor girl who witnessed their death.

Tril didn't know what to do anymore so they just nodded sadly. Maybe Smokey would find the armor, maybe they wouldn't. Maybe the people at the school would be angry and come after them. If so, Tril would run and hide where no one would find them. Deep in the woods.

"We can meet here. It is easy to find. More like home than the school is," They answered quickly and shifted their head back to normal. Their large black eyes examined Smokey for signs they were going to be a threat or maybe they were going to gossip about their situation. No, that didn't seem true. "I don't care if she comes. But if it is a large group I don't think I will show up."

Tril was probably far better off communicating with Smokey than someone more calming. They might have seen it as an attempt at manipulating them. As Smokey agreed to help their expression changed very little but they scratched at their hair a bit. Possibly thinking it over.

No. This is weird. "Ok. I will be near here most of the time," they said before dispersing into water vapor in the air. Tril was absolutely terrible with goodbyes, in that they pretty much never did them.