One morning Effie informed him they were going to be friends, with the brevity of someone announcing they were just off to the shops. She’d developed a habit of chatting away as she marauded around the rainforest after him; exclamations about the weather, her musings on what the star-map would lead them to, and did he like that colourful snake over there? Most of it he ignored but occasionally she said something vaguely interesting and he would slow his pace to listen.
“I’ve never had a friend before,” she continued cheerfully, and Sully had to stop mid-hike and turn to stare at her. “You are the saddest person I have ever met, you know that?”