Firefly Glen nightmare

She does not know he's uncomfortable, or maybe she does. Perhaps talking about the plants is her way of making him comfortable again. Holland shuffles a bit on the spot. "Moss" he says quietly. It would be easier to fill the stomach of a prey animal with water and transport it but... he does not like the smell. "I will... soak it, walk with it and transfer it to the earth."

But what else would he grow? "Flowers" he says this almost in embarrassment. He looks away again, heat coming to his cheeks "I... like flowers" Even if they had no medical properities. Tending to them gave him a sort of inner peace. "moonflowers in particular." For it was like him in a way; nocturnal. They only bloomed at night, closing during the day.