Daeshim presses his lips together. It isn't much different, but it is. The layout is the same, but his place is crawling with green by now.

So he does the same for Lennon, the vines crawling along the walls behind the Fae's gaze, delicate blue flowers sprouting from some. He breathes in the sweet but subtle scent of them. Daeshim lets Lennon lead him while he focuses on it all, nodding once to himself before looking back at the other again.

"Do you like it?"