[Looking between Lorenz and Claude as she follows dutifully along, Aerith's very careful on how she touches anything along the way. It's a very surreal feeling, much the way it was when she visited the much smaller forest on the outskirts of the city proper.]

I was hoping to bring back some plant specimens and see if I can grow them in my shop. Crossbreed maybe if I can learn a bit about how they grow. Their habits. Their characteristics.

[She's turning to get the full view of the forest that embraces them. It's unnervingly divine. For just a moment, she's watching Claude. Another person with the Green, as it were, something she [ironically] doesn't have. But she has her own bizarre skills. Aerith's connection to life in Camelot isn't at the same as it is back home. If anything, the core concept is there, but beyond that it's different.

So she takes a moment, many long moments of her own silence, as if she's listening. Hoping to hear something. Anything. There's breeze. Natural forest ambience. Perhaps a little something more that she can't quite put her finger on. What she can tell is—]

I'm not sure I'd consider it fair to call a plant unfriendly. [She begins thoughtfully as she moves toward a flowering plant with blue and aqua hues. Saturated and vibrant. Leaning in to get a better look, she leaves a gentle touch atop a petal, knitting her eyebrows together.] I can't feel anything except life. There's life all around us. It's kind of like... the entire forest is alive. That's what it feels like to me. I don't know how else to describe it.

[A little overwhelming. Perhaps overbearing in its weight of discovery. A source of life, perhaps? Something like the Lifestream? It immediately leaves Aerith curious for more. It's the closest she's come to feeling as she did back home.]