Noah
Don't the best of them bleed it out?
While the rest of them peter out
Noah laughed a bit at the question, already reaching for the next lily to free from its bed. "Only the part where they end up on a plate." he admitted. "Tracking which berries won’t kill you. Figuring out which roots store well through Deepfrost. That kind of expertise." He worked the trowel back into the soil, motions steadier now that he’d found the feel for it. "Most of what I know about plants is survival math. Calories in, poison out." The Sentinel glanced up, giving a little shrug but not unkind. While the rest of them peter out
He watched Amhran’s hands as he replanted the first lily—careful, precise, almost reverent. It reminded him of setting a splint or packing a wound, the same quiet intention behind each movement.
Amhran seemed to know how to keep the plants happy, and Noah wan't surprised the Raeling held such a skill. "Good to know." he added, nodding at the warning about wilting. "I would’ve assumed I killed it." He guided the next root cluster into its pot, steadying the stem while he pulled soil in around it. "Guess a little shock makes sense." he inferred.
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around
Use that evidence, race it around
