Kit nodded a little. "Yeah," she said. "Don't think anybody likes the sadness. But I'm glad you're enjoying the rest of it, at least." It truly was an ill wind that blew no one any good, apparently."

The smile was a little on the unnerving side, yes. But only a little. After being grinned at by a mad jackal who she knew with a reasonable amount of certainty viewed her as a potentially tasty snack, Kit's standards were set pretty high in that regard. Kit just put it down to Pitch's general... Pitch-ness.

"I wonder what a tree would be afraid of, though?", Kit wondered aloud. "Fire, maybe? Or people with axes?" It was never a subject she'd really considered before, even after visiting the Forest of Magi Oar.