Herbalists' Cache dark sky

He answers his question, so he isn't mute, at the least. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dune," Poet says, and draws herself into a sitting position. She has no real reason to linger, especially with her task weighing on her, and yet she finds herself curious. And enjoying the simplicity of lingering conversation just for the sake of curiousity. "Where are you from?" She asks him, small talk, but small talk designed to feel out the limits of his communication ability. Perhaps she can coax something interesting from him with a little effort.