Duskfire Glacier [m] i fear that no life will ever be like this again

'Youch!', Rye thought. His own head flinched and his brows pursed together as he waited to see if there was lasting damage. He carefully watched her head rise from the hole, investigating subtly (or trying to) he saw no blood and no gash, a silent sigh of relief slipped out from his closed lips. He harbored a smidge of guilt for spooking her but he knew she was fine, so he returned with a small smile. "Very sorry." He sheepishly whispered.

Moving on.. "Well, what would be in there? I mean what would grow?" He asked, genuine interest held in his eyes. Rye knew next to nothing of herbs and where they might grow, he knew plants needed sunlight to grow but if it was in a hole, what did it use to grow? So many questions, only one at a time.