The sudden surge of excitement startles him for a moment, quietly tensing. But then the question comes, and when his shoulder sag it's not just with release of that tension. There's a quiet sadness there, too. He still doesn't know what became of her, when he came here. Supposedly time doesn't move forward while they're here, but he worries all the same.

"No." The blade of grass snaps gently in his hand, and he lets it go, shifting to rest his forearm against his bent knee, frowning at the landscape beyond.

"Not sure how she'd take to living in a place like this, so. Maybe it's for the best."