"She does," says Orpheus, glancing around. "They're like friends to her. I'm glad they came here with us." Even if he's not sure how they or really any of the other structures of Deerington got here. It's a blessing he isn't going to question too much.

And speaking of friends, and blessings - Orpheus looks back at Fern and hesitates for a moment, before saying;

"Um, thanks, by the way. For coming to visit me when I was..." He pauses, unsure of how to phrase it and uncomfortable putting it into words, and the lapse drags on long enough to be awkward but he's pretty sure Fern knows what he means, so he moves on. "I don't remember a lot of what happened, but. I'm pretty sure it helped. A lot."