Well, I'm different, [she said, as if it were a means to explain that she had every intention of this visit going smoothly. And so long as he didn't imagine crazy, killing plants, this would be nothing like their greenhouse visit as well.

Claire was curious to see what he would pick and she gingerly stepped inside. This forest was different from the last one she had seen in here. There weren't as many trees and it was daylight.]

The last time I was in a forest here was so Armand could hunt me. [Claire turned her head to look at Crane.] What's this place mean to you?