[ She's heard of dryads and nymphs; of course she has. But as belief dies out, so do they; so do gods, and Jaye is no tree-speaker. ]

If things were like that in my world once, they aren't anymore. It's all steel and smog now.

[ There's a bit of a rustle, Jaye's hand moving to tuck some of her hair behind an ear. ]

But you can be alone even when you're surrounded by people.