Sleeping Dragon Peridot

She does not seem to be very fettered by his lack of knowledge, and instead, accepts her knowing what it does as good enough. He can agree well enough to that so offers a quick nod in return and lets her edge this meeting towards its natural close. Dio's usefulness here has probably long been used up, so she's probably had enough of him for a while, and he can surely attend to duty elsewhere. Nevertheless, returning to the borderlands sooner or later is inevitable for the pale gona. He'll do whatever he can.

He dips his muzzle, farewells issued as necessary, and begins to plot where he will go next exactly as he watches her turn and make her leave. He does his own much slower, and when she stops to perk her voice up over the silence again -- unexpectedly, too, his ears spring back up to attention.

He listened with a furrow of his brow, not sure what he heard at first. But, he realizes after a beat and his tail waved, slow but sure. The plant's name. He chuffed a quiet bark, one to say he was glad it had finally hit her -- even if he'd been no help.

Afterward, he moved off, halfway committing himself to remember the plant name too. He may as well.