"It's glorious," Will agreed, faintly ashamed by how relieved he was by the subject change. "No car horns. No lights. No people yelling into their phones." When you lived long enough in the city, you stopped registering the background hum of urban din. It was only when he returned to the woods that he remembered what silence, real silence, sounded like.
A thought occurred to him, and he glanced at her curiously. "Hey. We were talking forest stories, yeah? Have you got any? You must do if you've been hunting with Artemis."