Salazar gestured toward the forest. "Deep inside the forest. I'll take you there." He hadn't been there since he was seventeen, and he missed it there. When Salazar had first arrived here as a teenager, this was a very confusing place for him. The treehouse gave him the comfort he needed to adjust to life in this village.
Salazar waited to say anything until they had passed the treeline, and even still he looked around to make sure they were alone. He knew that in his future, Helga was one of his most trusted confidants. Despite not knowing her as well now, he still felt that he could confide in her. He loved Godric best of all, but there were some things he didn't tell the other man, simply because he would feel like he was whining.
"I'm so unhappy here sometimes I can't stand it." Once the words passed his lips, Salazar let out a deep breath. It made him feel better to get that off of his chest.