[Thankfully, Carlisle isn't here to do any gardening, or it doesn't seem so as he approaches the bloodwort. The plant has grown from a small shrub to a sizable bush, the red fruits hidden in its dense leaves a vibrant red. Though he moves some of the leaves aside to inspect the plant and gauge its health since it was moved to the park he doesn't do any pruning or cutting, deciding to save that for another day. He hasn't the proper tools, and besides that, he has company.]

It has been some time since I was in better health, as the false gods seem determined to wear us down by any means possible. Emily did do fantastic work with repairing my tabard however, so I'm glad you find it...

[He trails off as he glances Glacius' way, and realizes that the alien isn't just talking about the upswing of his health or the mending of his vestments. Even with his helmet on, it's apparent Glacius is watching and talking about him.

And that makes him turn as red as the fruits in the bloodwort next to him.]

F- find it to, er. To be in good... condition.