"Ah--and I thank you for that consideration, messere," Myr replies, with a smile, as he sits back on his hooves. This row of beebalm is finished and rooting nicely; time to move on to the next--or break for conversation, as the case may be. He's still a moment, thinking, before reaching out to feel out a cloth he'd left nearby to wipe the dirt from his hands.

"As for their demeanor, I expect they'd be cautious as usual around anyone but me. They're a hive of mine from home; we knew each other well before we both ended up here. Though I don't think we'd be quite so cozy as this if I couldn't talk to them."

Which continues to be a delight and a wonder; it's there in how he says the words.