Llewellyn hummed a little, rubbing at a cheek thoughtfully again. “That’s another good point… They seem keen to fiddle with things out of an attempt to ‘fix’ things… Perhaps they’re the reason for this as well.” For all that, they seemed a bit lost without the guidance of their ‘creator’ or whoever it was that had left them in charge.

And he certainly hoped they were immune to it. The idea of someone meddling with his own mind and his perception of things was… A bit frightening. No, he wasn’t going to dwell on that thought at all.

But he smiled at Rhy’s agreement. He was glad that the man thought so… It was what helped him deal with the possibilities and loss of those particular people, anyway. “I’m glad you think so, dear…” Because even if the people here turned out to be like those at the Sphere, he still cared about them. He was still glad to have gotten to know the helpful merchants at the market and the people who ran his favourite food stands. Connections were important… His eyes darted forward as he recognized a small stone fence around a smaller home. “Ah, this seems to be one of them.” He added with a little nod to the house.

It was more of a cottage, really. Low stone walling in a small yard that looked like it needed more than its fair share of attention after being abandoned for so long. Like most places, really. A brick chimney off the side indicating that there was at least one fireplace inside, small windows along the front and around the side. Llewellyn hadn’t been particularly fond of that aspect, perhaps… He preferred larger windows, himself. But he wanted to give Rhy a chance to see everything that was possible, to get his opinions.