[he wonders where she goes, watches as she briefly loses herself in a memory.

her comment earns a small chuckle. yes, he had thought about trophies, but had nothing to assist in carrying them back out. between the sirens, dryads and stag, many of those creatures (he feels) deserved to be seen. what other chances will they have to experience them firsthand? when else would he have a chance to dissect what he thought was fantasy?]

I'm afraid that would have put me at a great disadvantage, to carry the head of such a beast. Not to mention, I did not have the proper tools.