Did Emris actually want him to ramble? He couldn't imagine why but...perhaps to the other man the differences that so many people had shunned and mocked were interesting. It didn't make sense but Bazel found himself wanting that idea to be true. For Emris to find him interesting and want to spend time with him. For him to like Bazel, at least a little. So he continued talking. His voice beginning low but becoming louder, his features more animated as he went on. He told Emris about his brief trips into the surrounding woods to get plants and the amazing ones he'd found just off the beaten path. He told him about a place he'd found filled with trees that had marble colored bark and dark leaves. About flowers that mimicked the colors of venomous snakes and where twice as poisonous. He told him stories of the origins of certain plant names and myths surrounding others. He talked more than he had in his life, lips curved into a smile as Emris listened.<br/><br/>Then the other man started nodding off and eventually asking if Bazel would accompany him back to his room. Bazel rose to his feet and fished out his candle once more. "I'm more than happy to walk you back,"<br/><br/>Emris seemed incredibly reluctant to go back, even deflated a bit when Bazel agreed. He might not have been too knowledgeable about people but he could tell Emris was afraid. He didn't know if it was the tight space or the dark...and ultimately it didn't matter. All he wanted to do was help the man who'd willingly thrown his lot in with Bazel. Of course there may have been other motivations that Bazel didn't wish to acknowledge at the moment. However perhaps...perhaps he could use an alternative method...<br/><br/>"This area of the castle is safe so you don't have to come through the tunnels to reach my rooms if you don't wish to, it's simply easier and more expedient," Bazel walked up to the large double doors and used his shoulder to push them open. There was a loud creak, showing that the doors were rarely used, and he led Emris out. The walk down the hall was a quiet one and Bazel kept close to the other man. Which didn't help Bazel in the slightest. The man smelt wild, like pine and earth. The heart of the forest. And it was far too pleasant, so much different than the milk and honey soap nobles were so fond of buying. Which made little sense as most of them then doused themselves in heavy perfumes, many of which clashed with the soap.<br/><br/>Bazel's rather ridiculous thoughts at least had him keeping his mind off the man by his side. It took much longer to reach Emris's room than it did through the tunnels. Once at the door he pushed it open, illuminating the room with the light from his candle. With Emris inside he smiled and stepped back, "Good night, rest well,"<br/><br/>The prince then turned and left back down the darkened halls.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~*~<br/>​</div>Bazel hadn't slept that night. Not that it was odd, at least not since the witch showed up. He could rarely shut his eyes for more than an hour. Most of the time it simply wasn't worth the images that played out in his head. The idea that he could be doing something more productive than sleeping driving him to look through even more texts. Scraps of paper he'd gotten from various reports with vague details. Nothing concrete and very little that was helpful. It was enough to make Bazel want to tear his hair out. With a huff he pushed himself back from his desk and stood. Pacing his room wouldn't help his situation any so he went to his room. He was only there long enough to put on proper clothing before heading back to his study. Once there he penned a quick note to Emris telling the man he would be out at the stables and left.<br/><br/>The sun had just begun to peak over the horizon and the air was cold. A shiver skittered down Bazel's spine but he continued toward the stables. A glance showed him that the horses where still sleeping and not wishing to bother them Bazel continued on. He ended up walking the grounds, the crisp air pleasant. Refreshing after being in the castle and a walk might help him clear his head. Of course Bazel didn't have much of an area to cover as much was covered with over grown plants so he stopped at a bench under a massive oak tree. The normal silence was broken by the notes of a song. It wasn't something Bazel got to hear much anymore and it was pleasing. So much so that Bazel couldn't help but hold out a hand. The little bird, a common brown and blue song bird, fluttered down and perched on his fingers. Bazel smiled.<br/><br/>"You really shouldn't be here little one," The prince said, his voice soft and low, as he lifted his other hand to stroke the creature's head, "I don't suppose you can tell me where I can find a witch hunter can you? It would be a great deal of help if you could,"<br/><br/>The bird just tilted his head at Bazel.<br/><br/>"No, I didn't think you could, I do enjoy your song though and would like to hear more if you're so inclined," At his words the bird started back up again and Bazel tried to push everything from his mind. if just for a few moments.