"Aye, well, there was that weed monster," he points out. There'd been that, and a couple of other plant-based creatures he'd run across before. In the end, though, he supposes it doesn't make all that much of a difference. The monsters'd been defeated, and in his experience, the rest was just as she'd said. Weeds that grow like normal, everyday weeds. And plants that don't have to be gathered to try and be coaxed into growing places they don't normally grow - although he supposes there were some somewhere back home. He doesn't really know about those, though, and maybe that does make him fortunate, to not have to worry about it.

Or have had to worry about it, because it's different now. He'shere, the same as she is, and going through some of the same things - like being crammed into a space he doesn't really want to be where he could be found whether he likes it or not, and he finds himself nodding in agreement more than once as she winds up answering her own question.

"Aye, that's it, exactly. No matter where you go, there's someone else who's right there, even if all you want to do is go someplace where you can get in a wee bit of playing without having to worry if your pipes are going to start a panic. I don't see why we had to all come here in the first place, thin veil or no thin veil. They could've left us be where we were."