Some habits just never die- Soldier has his urge for regular patrols, she has the urge to be in the open to be able to breathe. She wishes she could do more for the forest though.

She sure hopes it's not bad. Hers? "Mmm? Are you sure? I don't remember having a collection before," she half-jokes but still reaches out to take the stone- it looks pretty, she's not going to lie. But as soon as her hand wraps around it, she freezes as the memory washes over her, vivid and in all of its colors. She remains quiet for a bit, not because the memory didn't finish, but because it took the breath away from her.

"How... what is this? Where did you find it? Did you..." she looks up from the stone in her hand and up at him, "...see?"