Iris: *they sigh as their lure flickers before going dim.*

Iris: you sure? that freak could show up again.

Iris: ..... *as they walk they keep their lure on, exposing how the trees look warped and rotten.*

Iris: . . . really though. whatever happens, you're a good person. *they begin to walk.*
(subtle forshadowing.)

Iris: no problem, we all got skeletons somewhere, otherwise how else would we walk forward?