For someone who's part animal and practically an inherent part of nature, Rose had never realized how much her life lacked until it was gone. That's why the orchard here bring her solace. It's why this man's garden had enticed her towards it.

The blond glances at that ink winding down his skin; a stark, startling contrast against it but she's trying not to be rude and stare. It's clearly not anything he really wants to talk about and she isn't about to pry.

"You sure, dude? I don't mind like... helping clean up or whatever. Not like I got anything to do or anywhere to be."