"It's the Ship-Spirit," She smiled again, but it it was halfhearted, coated with sadness as if the expression reminded her of all the reasons not to smile, "In this room, whatever you want to be real is real. It's like dreaming...I wanted to hunt, so here I am."

Though now, put that way, it seemed like a waste of time, so false. This wasn't the forest, this was just a reflection of a memory, blurred by time and made overwarm and sweet with nostalgia. The reality had been cold at times and as full of death as life, but this was none of that and all the more of the happiness it had been. She sighed and let her legs hang.

"It is beautiful."