She can't tell quite what current of thought is going through him, just that it isn't strong enough to pull him under. Is he thinking of that night too? Even if he isn't, he probably does go back to it more frequently than she does, and either that doesn't bother her anymore or she's acutely ambivalent to it at the moment.

"If the idea is good, I'll listen," she volleys the shade back at him. The narrowing path guides her in closer to him, and Rocky falls in one step ahead of them and perfectly in between. The darker and denser the forest becomes around them, the more familiar it feels; Jess peers infrequently up through the canopy, grounding herself by the stars. They're a different set from the distant lights above the villages, and they appear dimmer and sparser from human pollution. Jess no longer misses that portion of ozone layer they've decimated.