Faun rolls his eyes at Wisp
Faun: No, dummy itś like-a safe space. My safe space...
He leads Wisp inside. Itś actually very cozy in there. Thereś a beanbag chair, a sleeping bag, and a small wooden desk with potted plants growing on it. Thereś dried herbs and pressed flowers hanging from the ceiling. Faun plops down on the beanbag chair and grabs a backpack that he keeps in the fort, digging through it. He seems WAYYYYY more comfortable and confident.