They chuckle at his words. He does have a point. The wild can’t be tamed. They might be invading his personal space a bit now, sitting beside him on the hay. They also shrug their shoulders and scoff at the idea that someone must miss them.

“Oh, no one does, sweetheart. I’ve been by myself for a very long time now. No family. No lover. Just maybe a series of clients and one night stands, but me? Missed? Never.”

Despite how they make fun of themselves, they offer a kind look to the man. “I take that you were torn away from someone you held dear back home?”