"Oh, that must be difficult, having to wait for it to flourish while it takes up space in your fields." She lets him help her down the steps, liking the feeling of her skin against his. It reminds her of when he'd brushed away her tears, or when she'd held his hand while the doctor sewed up his wound. Idly, she wonders what the scar looks like now.

"This looks like a lovely place to grow up. It doesn't seem so..." She hesitates, searching for the right word. "So stifling, like my home was."