"The humming? No, no." Falina reached over her shoulder, tugging the hair tie so she could shake out her loose braid. It had been falling out ever since her run, and finally she'd given up on tucking the strands beneath her ears. "When I was little, I got lost in the Deep Roads. I- ah- I don't know if you met Nivak, but he brought me back to Orzammar. When we were almost back, I heard it, and I hid when he fought them. It- well, it wasn't a long time ago, but it was for me." She'd been lucky- so lucky, and despite the horrors that came after, she'd been blessed that Nivak had been there. An hour in the Roads was a lifetime, and in the span of a single heartbeat, everything could change.
She didn't mind thinking about the Trees, pleased that he seemed to be as intrigued by them as she had been. "They said that the trees were very old, so maybe they do like to watch. Maybe the trees don't even know what we are." Talking about inanimate things in such a manner was more Rhocanth's territory, but trees had their own kind of life. "Maybe they attack because they don't understand. If a bunch of people with weapons came tromping through my home, I'm not so sure that I wouldn't attack too." She grinned. "And you're right about the bears. Harder to fight for me than you." She nudged his ribs with her elbow.
Her eyes flew wide open, "Wait- seriously, how large are the bugs?"