[Once he hears the scratching of claws on bark, he pulls his attention away from a couple of strangled-looking saplings that were pushing through the snow. He had been wishing them well, it was all he had the energy to do.]
[AND THEN GAMZEE ARRIVES. Henry tenses up and his features shift slightly to hide any emotion that somehow might have made its way to the surface. The troll still scares him to a degree. He's also busy sort of hating himself and regretting that narrow hero streak that tried to rear its head those long nights ago in the fog.]
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[AND THEN GAMZEE ARRIVES. Henry tenses up and his features shift slightly to hide any emotion that somehow might have made its way to the surface. The troll still scares him to a degree. He's also busy sort of hating himself and regretting that narrow hero streak that tried to rear its head those long nights ago in the fog.]
No. The evergreens are chatty though.