Herbalists' Cache but it seems like a thousand years

More space spans between them and his ears shift, curious and vaguely signalling his relief that it was no trouble. "Not.. that, no burden," he shook his head softly. He couldn't put a word on it but that was not it, somehow he knew this much. "But I will admit I do not quite know what to do with it," he peers thoughtfully towards the agouti, feeling just a touch unsatisfactory in the admission's aftermath as he maintains some hope that the stranger would not fault him severely for it.

"Inari," he answers after an unintentionally heavy silence. He has always remembered that much at the very least, but he wants to remember him by more than sight and scent too. Lightly, he presses for it before he's distracted and time winds down further. "Yours?"

Whether or not he saw his answer, he found himself strangely captivated.