... Not to worry. You do not have to inform me of that.

[ he's knelt over a stray rabbit on the ground, its white coat not quite blending in with the fairytale forest painted in hues unlike much of the rest of the north. its nose twitches like it's alive, but the faint light in its eyes, an obvious bite wound, and the fact that it shouldn't have survived the forest's toxins betrays otherwise. ]

There are such places in any realm. I'd wager that we are here for at least some of the same reasons, in any case.