[SE] the portals of the night

Amhran isn't long, the Raeling moving through the greenhouse as though he lives there - which isn't untrue he supposes. He had been 'born' in the Ignatius greenhouse after all, and this heart of the Citadel's agriculture is where he likes to spend a good deal of his time. By the time he returns with the burlap sack of potting soil, Noah has already successfully unearthed one of the lilies, and he smiles his fresh approval. "That looks good," he tells him. "Have you worked with plants much before?" As they chat he moves to scoop some soil into the pots, filling each halfway (and carefully adjusting the lily Noah has already freed from its bed) before making a small hole with his hand. For this first lily - and with all the others to come - he replants it with delicate care, ensuring the roots are adequately covered and that it is embedded deeply enough to stand alone, before adding more soil and firmly but gently pressing it down. "It isn't unusual for them to look as if they are wilting for a few days after replanting. It's the shock of it - but usually they perk right back up." Just in case Noah is worried that their contributions to the quest might be dying off. amhran amhran