[It takes a little while, after they reach the reeds and flowers, before the skeleton approaches Sunny. Partly because he needs to settle down after all the wind and rain trying to push them out of the Ferryman's radius. And partly... Well, partly because he had noticed that change in demeanor, and he'd rationalized to himself that quiet, sullen humans need their space.

Eventually, though, the rationalization no longer holds up. Once he treks through the mud and fibrous greenery to join the teen, he peers through the dim light with a practiced squint, trying to make sense of the art. With a tilt of his head, the few strokes seem to make the shape of a room...]

Hmmm... Not sketching the flowers? I suppose they're not going anywhere, while we did see a lot of places on that walk...