[All crows are carrion birds at heart, and rot is familiar enough to her. She understands it well enough.]

You don't, but the tree does. And the soil feeds the things you eat, too. How long are you planning to live in a dead land?

[Her question is fairy tale call-and-response, the weft and weave of the story... but at his last sentence, her response is pure Jailbreak:]

Well not with that attitude, you can't. A little cunning, and anything can be mobile.