Palus startled slightly when the human - Kim, was it? - spoke again, though the only thing that made it obvious was the way he froze for a split second. His head turned to the side again, staring at Kim with an unblinking and unfaltering gaze. Help? A foreign concept to him - he knew what it meant, but it was still foreign as anything human was. The journal held out to him confused him slightly, and with a slow and hesitant step forward, he leaned closer to inspect it. There was a lot of stuff written, most of which Palus could not read. A few words here and there were the only things he could understand, but that was enough to make the book's intentions clear to him.<br/><br/>"Did you... see what killed her?" It was a question like any other, curious and somewhat hopeful. If the human saw what killed the deer, then Palus could keep an eye on said predator. It was likely that he did not, however. So hopeful as he was, he also didn't expect anything. "I..." he paused, confusion obvious even with the lack of emotions. "Dissolve?" He didn't know what that word was, perhaps a little bit too complicated for someone - or... thing - that wasn't used to the language.<br/><br/>While the concept of help was something Palus wasn't too familiar with, he did feel like the faster he dealt with the corpse the better. He moved a hand up to his fungus infested arm and scratched a spot just under one of the toadstools. He leaned back and away from the journal, staring at Kim with a curious gaze before he dropped his arm back to his side. "Pray. We thank the dead for their gift to the forest..." His words slowed to a halt as he looked back down at the dead deer, shoulders sagging in sorrow. "Without sacrifice, the forest will die." He bridges the gap between himself and the corpse again, kneeling down and placing a hand on its torso, muttering a string of words that, to a normal human, sounded more like gibberish than anything else.