"What do I mean? How to explain..." He keeps his tone conversationally pleasant, clearly listening as they walk. His sense of where recent, traumatic death centres is unfailing, but that doesn't make him feel good about it, only more determined to help figure out how to stop repeat incidents.

In this time or in another one. The curses in regions usually end up linked, he feels.

"Everything is made of energy, ah? We are, the plants, the air, the earth, animals, rocks... life energy and death energy, both leave an imprint. Death from traumatic, sudden endings, that leaves a deeper, stronger impression. Resentful, you might say. Those I can feel very strongly."

The reality of this world meaning he's felt so much more than he had at home, now that it's been years of wandering its landscapes, and the most recent time in Alem with the fortress and the war... he shakes his head, slowing, lifting his bow again. The pulse of paranoia is still there, echoing in his head, the tension in his jaw, but that's not what he allows to inform him.

"Up ahead, in the trees. Movement?"