Fern nods softly. If anyone was going to take good care of a grove of trees in this city, it's going to be Airy. She's kind and compassionate, and it's reflected in the love the trees have for her. And it's much better that the trees are here, than staying stuck in the crumbling dream.

He glances over at the gratitude, surprised. Without any hesitation, he's going to reach over and hug Orpheus. Sorry guy, it sounds like he needs it. "You're my friend, dude. There was no way I wasn't gonna help you when you needed it the most."