"As Milady Ariadne wishes," Cypher says, standing up on his master's shoulder and bowing to her. He clambers down the back of his Sleeper's coat before hopping off and bounding away through the leaf mould.

"He likes you: it's obvious, but I'd say he likes you a lot," Adrian notes, smirking in the weasel's general direction. He can't help but be charmed about the situation, or by the young lady whose presence sparked it.

He raises an eyebrow, curious. "Ahh, so our Pthumerian hosts blessed you with a memory made physical? I've had a similar blessing: the house I'd dwelled in appeared here, along with the library of books on the paranormal and magic I'd collected," he says. "A public garden would be a boon to this place: the cases of Corruption I've seen tell me that the Sleepers and the natives alike need all they can to heal them and bring them balance."

He steps back from the tree, leaving plenty of fungus to spore and respawn on the nearby branches. "Shall we find another spot to harvest?"