[Varian takes note of the distance and frowns. Things occasionally serve into the awkward with them, but Fern's never purposefully put this much distance between them before. His gaze drops to the bedsheets, plucking at them idly. ]

It's... well, it's not fine, but it's not your fault. It's just this place.

[But he still feels to blame for this. It was his meddling that got Fern into this state in the first place. He'd give anything to bring his best friend back.

Little does he know he already has. ]

Okay. Um. So I come from this Kingdom called Corona. There was a lot of magical happenings going on and the princess of the Kingdom has magical hair. There were these rocks which were destroying the land- they were connected to her, seeking her out. We were supposed to work out a way to fix the problem together.