Finn had told him that he'd planned to go back to the surface to visit his new friend - "friend" - so he hadn't expected the other god to return so quickly. He started a little bit as Finn grabbed him - worried for half a second that he'd accidentally let a soul slip free from the river into their quarters - but then relaxed when he realised it was Finn.

That relaxation didn't last long, his brows furrowing quickly and a frown pulling down his lips.

"Slow down," He said, taking Finn's hand and gripping it.

"What do you mean, something's happened? She was just there yesterday. How does a tree die that fast?"

He already knew the answer as soon as he said it: they didn't. He may specialize in the souls of the sinful, but everything on Earth died. Sometimes easing the souls of animals and plants into the shadows of the afterlife was the only real peace Poe could find in his work. He always, always left the kind human souls to Finn. Without fail.

"Okay, look, just - just slow down and tell me exactly what you saw."