There's a tiny knowing look on Hazel's face as she accepts the drink she'd tried to offer him earlier and takes a small sip of it. It's gone rather cool but it's of no matter really. Reynard can't be helped for not being particularly warm to the touch, after all.

It's not his way.

"I saw the block that was fragmented between planes during the Samhain celebration. I spent some time wandering round that area, but it was mostly little shops of one variety or another."

With the spirit's hand on the small of her back, Hazel falls into step next to him. Letting him guide them where he will.

"Do you control the whole of this place like we do on Earth? I can't believe there's a whole other plane we have reach in. I hope I haven't been shirking my duties here..."