Jack jumped forward a bit like a startled animal, as the pixie woke up with gusto, and took to the air.
It took a moment for the accusations being lodged against his character to sink in, and to register. He'd been called a pervert before, but this was a whole other kind of accusation.
Whoa, whoa there-- I was just carryin' ya. I s'pose ye don' remember nothin.. Not surprisin, Mama here dinna 'member much neither..
He stammered, realizing he was jumping too far a head, and being inadvertently rude in the process. He took a breath, and tried to start again.
---- I'm Jack. Ye don't gots ta worry none 'bout me-- I's jus'.... I take care of sick forests. 'Ere's sommin ... wrong... goin' on in dis one. This ol' bear behin' me, she had a same problem at you did-- He fumbled in his bag and pulled out the jar containing the disgusting parasitic plant specimen. ... All a critters 'round 'ere seems ta have em... Seems, e'en fores' spirits like yaself. I dunno if'n ye can talks with critters like me or not.. but.. If'n ye can, ye can talk ta mama 'ere if'n ye want... Been spendin all muh time with 'er lately... He offered the jar with a noticeable bit of disgust in his expression. Makes what'er theys growin in suffer terrible-- Unspeakable pain, and crazy impulses. Ya should feel better now at we pulled it outta yer head an' all--- I's just carryin' ya, ta make sure ya was safe's all... Ya doin be'er now? Ya got a name? Friends? Fam'ly? If ya knows more abou' what's causin' these.... THANGS... ta get in everybody ou' 'ere.... ....
It was clear that talking was not something Jack was used to doing-- it kept wandering all over the place.
.. Look, we gots ta stop 'is, afore everythang dies from it.. Fores' caint handle all the critters goin nuts all at once-- We's on our way to follow up on a lead concernin missin persons right naow, but ye can tag along ifn' ye want... I could use any help ye got in gettin at leas' part o' this forest back right again-- Ye caint imagine the suffrin goin' on....
Jack's expression seems to change to one that is looking into the center of the earth, or perhaps looking past what is in front of him, a million miles away, before kneeling and giving the old bear a nuzzle and a hug, more for his comfort than hers.
After several seconds, he stands again, dusts off the front of his trousers, and addresses the pixie again.
Sorry 'bout that.. I.. I jus' don' got words... 'Slong as yer' a'right... ...(jus one a' atime I tells muhself-- bu' it ain't 'nuff.... )