He's still in the gardens some time later, carefully weeding and letting Purrelden play with what's been pulled up. While he enjoys this task, he's keeping an eye out for the girl's return. The chances of her getting the answer she wants are slim.

Sure enough, when she comes back through, she doesn't look happy. He gets up from his hands and knees to just his knees; towering over her might be the opposite of helpful.

"How did it go?" Anders' voice is gentle.