[ Another familiar voice in a sea of many in Trench. Sometimes he wondered if it was either a blessing or a curse that people he made friends with were still here. Still, he lowers the bowl as he looks over to Willow. He only offers the faintest of smiles to her. ]

Unless it's one of those twenty-four-hour things after consumption. Drink it now, turn into a zebra later.

[ There's a pause as he turns more fully to her. ]

Good seeing you again, Willow.