I was not aware that cheese was green. [He is a bit of a traditionalist. His focus, although, is keeping her within the confines of the forest. The whispering of the wind around them calls. He can hear it, but he does not want to give in.
He does not want to go back there.]
You will not like what you find there. The forest is a place of peace. Staying here would be better for you.
[The glow seems to react to his accusations, getting brighter--angry? demanding?--the wind becomes stiffer, less gentle.]