[ Amos doesn't pick up on any of that reluctance — he really had told her about all he'd known. At the same time, nobody should accuse him of being a good storyteller.

Instead, he just looks up at Gray when she speaks, then back down to the seedling at her assessment, small smile on his face unknowingly matching Gray's. ]

Good. [ Because, well, it is good. ] Gonna have to come back to keep track of it. Help it out, if it needs it.

[ He sits back, on the ground, looking up and around at the area they've chosen. It is relatively quiet and pleasantly secluded compared to just about everywhere else; an easy spot to come back to. Amos is happy to just soak up that atmosphere for a moment before turning back to Gray. ]

'm really glad I ran into you again.

[ Because it had been a while. And planting something new? Wouldn't have been his first thought, but it was something good for them to do, too. ]