Their eyes fall to the drink in Eda's hand, but allow the crown to drift away into ash when it isn't accepted, the pieces falling down to the grass below them. They brush their hands off on their legs and bring their knees up under their chin where they sit.

"Occasionally," they nod, "I hope you enjoy being yourself. I suppose it is all you can be. Some can be More, but not all. Are you a visitor as well?"