[Thirteen, so very young for this place. He looks around and nods. Books, so clearly a man of culture - or at least reason.]
No, it's... it's fine.
[He holds his tongue about his doubts about the tree - he doesn't know enough about this place, as people keep constantly. He just sighs and sets his wishes down, taking the chance to wipe his face and clean his glasses.]
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No, it's... it's fine.
[He holds his tongue about his doubts about the tree - he doesn't know enough about this place, as people keep constantly. He just sighs and sets his wishes down, taking the chance to wipe his face and clean his glasses.]