Surrounded By Song

So lavender was mildly minty, but earthy tool. He could kind of envision it, at least he thought. He nodded in acknowledgement of her words, though quickly stood to follow her. They weren't far away from some lavender, which was really quite convenient. He wanted to learn as much as he possibly could, and it seemed he'd made a good decision to head to place like this, so luscious and full of plant life. He examined the purple flowers from a distance at first, studying it with his head tilted before she invited him to take some of his own. Obediently he did, remembering how Meadow had done it as he gingerly snipped it close to the root, but not so close that it couldn't regrow on its own.

Gently he set down his plant for a moment as she asked him a question. "My p-pack?" Spirit repeated, as if stunned she'd directly asked him anything at all. "It's.. home. F-full of f-family, who c-care about one another," he managed to stammer out. He'd leave out the part about how him and his mother had gotten unintentionally separated from Abaven for most of his young life. That didn't seem important, at least in the context of his question. "D-do you have a pack, S-Svala?"