"I hope she may yet answer you...she's never been anything but curt to me, what few times we've met." They do seem a little surprised for the question posed, however, and study Elias a moment.

"I'm surprised you would ask. So few do. What I want is simple." They sweep their hand over the air and the flowers turn and march in rows to form a facsimile of a city made of twisting, branching, and nonsensical shapes. "I wish to go home. Yet that is not possible, as I think you know...so instead I would find a way to live and Eat and exist as I like. There are so many scared people here...a lot of them already lie to themselves every day...I only one a corner."