[He blinks, surprised; plants kept alive by the Moon Presence is not something he's heard, if only because he never has cause to ask anyone knowledgeable about plants, ah, how to keep plants - but that does make sense, given the lunar everything else around here. Suddenly, he wants to plant a little flower...]

I do— I'm a necromancer, so I know my way around a body. This world's blood magic is seriously strange, compared to back home. Have you tried any? There are about half a dozen theories floating around about how we essentially impose our own wills onto the magic on top of the world in general, and...

[And. They were talking about gardening. He clears his throat, like, aha - off topic.]

Well— yes, I've thrown my hat in with the blood ministers. I was getting sick of the Archives. D'you want me to pick you a flower to replant? I'd help you figure it out; the lack of sunlight involved is fascinating.

[What he definitely needs is a 50th project to work on.]