The making of the treehouse was going surprisingly quickly, much faster than if she had continued to do it alone which made Yenn pretty happy. At this rate what should have been a project done alone for several days, might actually be completed in a single day as long as her current assistant stayed to help her. He was incredibly athletic and she would take the time to smile appreciatively as he swung himself around the tree branch to sit and watch her work at tying the floor down. While not on a project quite this big, this type of construction was something she had done over and over during her years in the woods, and so while her companion spoke she was able to keep most of her attention on him. She felt for him as he told of how he grew up, she knew that pain; the pain of feeling unwanted and lonely. She knew it all too well, and it was not a thing she would wish on nearly anyone. Least of all the exuberant man that was helping her now.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. Being lonely is. . . well it’s difficult. It changes you. For what it’s worth though, if I’d been able to I would have spent time with you.” It was small comfort she knew, talking about what might have been. She’d spent many hours herself just staring at the sky in these very woods wondering much the same thing, not so much where she came from but why. Idly she asked him “What clan?” as she continued tying the boards down. She could see from the horns on his head that he was most likely from the Yokai clan, but she didn’t want to assume and make an ass of herself.
When he asked her how she learned her skills she would pause in her tying, keeping her violet eyes locked on the knots she was weaving. She could feel the familiar pricking of sweat down her spine as her fears began to creep in while she considered her answer. Clearing her throat she would look at him, deciding that he deserved at least some of the truth. When she was younger it would have meant the world to her if she had known someone else felt even a little like she did. In fact even as an adult it still did, so perhaps it would mean something to him. “I didn’t have any friends growing up. Well, one friend, but that didn’t last long. I wasn’t allowed any. . .” She didn’t finish her sentence, she found she couldn’t. It didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things anyway, just the fact that she was mostly alone was the point, not why she was. “Eventually I came out here and lived alone for a few years. I needed somewhere to sleep and a way to cook for myself and so on. So I just learned, because I had to. Most of the things I do out here probably aren’t the ‘proper’ way of doing them, but I get the job done. Lots of trying and failing and trying again until I figured out how to take care of myself.” Returning to tying she would force a smile. “Some of the best years of my life were spent out in this forest. Sometimes at night I wander back out here while I’m asleep. That’s why I’m building this you see, I’m not overly susceptible to the cold, but someone I care for very much is and he likes to follow me out here to make sure I’m safe. So in the interest of making sure he doesn’t freeze to death I thought I’d build him a shelter. Though now that I think about it, up in a tree is possibly not the best place for a house meant for a sleepwalker.” She would laugh as she realized what she’d done, the whole point of this was to make a shelter for Tamwyn and while she wandered out here and slept on the ground she doubted he would want to climb up a tree and separate himself from her, and she equally doubted he’d be able to convince her to climb into the treehouse while she slept.