Re: [Woods: Patrick & Raven]
His hands lowered, though remained without weapons, and that... that was a good sign. And he slowed down. Another good sign. Him slowing down gave her time to catch up, to focus, to hunt for a place in her mind that would recognize more English. She stared at him more, eyes black to the edge of her irises, a strange contrast with no other color to break the starkness of it. He was the first person that had tried to talk to her (as a person) in a while. She wasn't good at telling the passage of time, but she knew that when the words slipped oily away from her thoughts, that it had been a long time.
But exposure helped, and at the almost rhetorical question, one of her eyebrows ticked upward. Well she understood him now, though that said nothing of a few moments ago, or even a few moments into the future. She nodded again, that strange bob, and slowly stepped out from behind the tree, though one hand still rested on the grounding texture of the bark-covered trunk. She stared at him for another moment (blinking too infrequently to be quite normal) before inclining her head towards him and then deliberately turning her face in the direction of the lookout tower (though her eyes never left him). That done, she looked at him straight-on again.