"They wouldn't want to stray far if you were watching over them, my dear." The compliment is reflexive, a sure sign that he's getting a little better for her company. "I did play my flute for them on occasion, or sang. Perhaps that's why I had my fair share of strays. It's half the reason I'm such a good climber."

"I'm not sure how to feel about the thought of you showing me a whole world of miniature monsters," he admits lightly. More thoughtfully, he asks, "Do you ever get scared, knowing about the things you know? Tiny, invisible, clawed things running around everywhere sounds... unnerving, if nothing else."

He smiles, happy to hear her laugh. "It's easier for me. I've seen it, and felt it. It makes it harder to forget."