"Really? How lovely! Altair's so typical: windy falls, rainy springs. At least the sunner isn't too hot. But oh, I hate snow, and it always snows so much here in the winter." She frowned. "It kills all my flowers."

"If it didn't, you'd never get to plant new ones." He commented-- something that, it seemed, she consumed herself with.

"Oh... that's so true. That's a good way to look at it!" she exclaimed, fishing around her pockets and pulling out a spade. "Here, you should make the pit."

He took the tool from her, feeling the heft as it pressed into his palm. It was no blade, but in a desperate enough hand it was sharp enough to kill. Could he dispose of a Lumanlisc, right here and now? The glint in his eyes was subtle as he glanced back up to examine her soft features, and he felt his sudden drive for violence falter. She was among the youngest of them, or at least the most visibly naive, and that was a decent indication that she might be more valuable to them alive and trusting than dead in the ground. If he spilled Lumanlisc blood now, he'd accomplish nothing but accelerating his own demise. With that in mind, he plunged the spade into the soft earth to dig not a grave, but a cradle.

"Wow, you dig fast." Zynfi said admiringly. "What did you do back in Sangria? Oh, oh, let me guess!!"
But then she looked at him, brow furrowed, and realized that she had nothing to go off of. He was muscled - so much so that she could see the faint impression of his biceps and the stretch of his chest even beneath all the black cloth. Her cheeks warmed. "Um, were you... a soldier?"

"I suppose you could call it that." He allowed as he worked away at the growing ditch, offering her nothing more. If he was a soldier he must have seen a lot of combat, evidenced by the variety of scars that marked what little skin she could see. The hardness of his brow and the force behind every plunge of the spade were decent proof as well.

Her expression softened. "It's a hard job. I'm sorry it brought you here. But maybe it's not all so bad, right? You'd never have gotten to plant this beautiful tree."

"Will you be honest with me?" He turned to her. "Are we really getting out of here alive?"

"Oh, goodness." she looked bewildered. "... of course! None of my sisters would ever hurt you."

"You do see why that's a little hard to believe, right?" He pressed.