[Henry runs that through his head and creates a mental map as if Gamzee were describing a street with signs and stores he passed every day. It takes a few hours to reach the edge of town and to wander into the woods, especially in this horrid snowy weather, but eventually his presence can be felt.]
[You can't sneak up on a nymph in the woods after all.]
[Henry's movements are sluggish and he walks with his arms hugged around his chest. All the leaves have dropped off his neck branch and tail and a knitted cap hides the sad patches where his grass hair has fallen out. All this for some damn spores. Fuck his life.]
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[You can't sneak up on a nymph in the woods after all.]
[Henry's movements are sluggish and he walks with his arms hugged around his chest. All the leaves have dropped off his neck branch and tail and a knitted cap hides the sad patches where his grass hair has fallen out. All this for some damn spores. Fuck his life.]