Moonspear by night was a pale green

The path Sialuk guided him through felt so steep and yet simple all the same, wooded and cool with insects that chitter among treebranches. He is quiet while they walk; an effort taken to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth. His head swam; the elevation would certainly take some getting used to.
From the look of it, Moonspear is lively and absolutely massive. He didn't think a settlement this high up on a mountain could be so well-connected! He finds himself marvelling, dipping his head beneath the tendrils of foliage and making note of where this path led.
And he was listening — Argent, Elentari. Many lovers. That seemed much more complex than trying to keep up with only one person, but who was he to judge? Perhaps, he thought, it could be appealing, the flush of his face only worsening as the thought of being one of them passed through his mind.
Do you, um, he thought himself to be full of the stupid questions today. all, like... is it one big relationship, or is it separate?