"It's like a magic trick, how easy it is for them to get onto a tiny crevice up high on the side of a cliff, and then for it to be impossible for them to get back down." He sighs and shakes his head, recalling past frustrations. Once he's done, he gives Adia a wry grin. "Now I only have to worry about people doing that. But they're much easier to direct."

Reynard settles into a thoughtful slouch to better rub his beard and sip at his coffee while he listens and thinks. Despite microorganisms being far from his mind throughout most of his life, he finds himself tentatively finding a level of understanding with them. "But they're essential to the way the world works? We couldn't live without them?"

The reminder of her predicament is met with a sympathetic cringe. "Mm, yes. That's what it feels like. To me, that is. It's… hm… unsettling. Fitting, really, since time is literally unsettled." His eyes and thoughts turn to Adia then. "Are you all right with this Nexus now? The change must have been upsetting."