Viktor glances up, pulled from his idle musings on the nature of the plants to find a familiar face- or a familiar mask, as it turns out. It eases him somewhat, since it's likely better be found loitering around the house of someone familiar than a stranger he would have to apologize for the intrusion. And Varré himself seems to be doing quite well here regardless, far better than many.

That tells Viktor a good deal about Varré's world, in truth. The only people he's found able to adjust so quickly are those used a certain degree of desperation.

He offers a quirk of his lips in greeting and says, "You seem to be doing well, Varré, and I am glad to see it. Too many drag their feet settling for one reason or another."

Some sentimental, some scared, some struggling. It is a little frustrating, if he is going to be honest, mostly those that cling so hard to their old worlds they threaten their existence in this new one.

Regardless his attention goes to the roses again, finally realizing, "Ah, that is why they seemed familiar in some way. They were in your memory, yes? I am shocked the Lumenwood is proving such fertile ground." Uniquely fertile, as it turns out, from the blood mist and general blood shed. He leans in a little again to get a better look at the color, answering, "Oh I am well enough, considering this month has been a particularly aggressive one. I came by to visit Palamedes and see if any practices have sprung up. I would like to offer medical machinery for ministers but many prefer their own methods, understandably I suppose."