[The shade stares at him a moment after he's finished, expressionlessly. Of course expressionlessly. His thoughts on that particular sentiment, though, might be hidden even if he did have a face. No particular reaction seems required, anyway; he grunts acknowledgement and heads off, the meadow crumbling away ahead of him and failing to mend behind. He leaves a trail of dark forest cutting through the scene behind him and does not, of course, head for the castle at the meadow's edge. No point. Whether he's outpacing the boy or not he moves on, makes his way quickly - maybe even hurriedly - around it.]
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