He didn't even know there was a room suitable for growing plants until he walks in to see a veritable greenhouse. There's a moment where he pauses to just stare at these small plants, obviously young, and wonder how similar they would grow to be like the ones he knew. His own mom had been trying to keep a little plant alive on their windowsill for the majority of his life. She didn't exactly have a green thumb. The memory almost makes him laugh as he reaches a hand out to brush against one of the leaves, toying with it between his index finger and thumb. Was she worried about him now? And was it because he's her child or because he's an extra source of income?
He pulls his hand away and wonders if the brown, withering parts along the stalk had always been there.
Dante's ready to turn and leave the room and away from thoughts of his mother when he hears something topple over just where his vision is obscured by a particularly large variety of flora. It's really not his business but that's never kept him from poking his nose into it anyway (how do you think he ended up in Caido in the first place?). A familiar shock of red hair is sitting on the floor and after a few blinks of recognition, glancing from the fallen chair to Evie, he moves to sit cross-legged beside her.
His hands remain folded in his lap as he waits a moment before speaking, unsure if he even should. Dante has never been one to keep his mouth shut.
"We have the same kind of plants back home, I think. It's nice to see them here, too. I won't know until they grow some more, obviously, but I guess even in a different world it's not so different." Despite previously shown exuberance, even he can read a room, and pauses before continuing. "Is everything okay, Evie?"
no, i won't be afraid
