He's no stranger himself to saying things he means in tones he doesn't, and knows far better than to pry at someone else's defenses.

Which doesn't unask the question, but there it is.

"I'm sorry." Quiet and earnest--and something he's not going to dwell on.

Instead, he tips his head back, turning his face to the late-afternoon light. "...Did you start all of this from seeds? I've done that before with smaller things--wheat, herbs--but I don't have the power to do more than give them a few days' head start."