Carlisle gives her a puzzled look as she gathers herself up. "Er, of course. Thank you."

He then tries to return to his notes, fighting the guilt at the back of his mind. But you won't do it for the plants, that obnoxious elf had said. But what has she ever done to you? he'd said. His inaction toward the rest of the city wasn't what others had done to him -- okay, it was, in part, though the one who had destroyed his original garden was long gone -- but it was primarily about managing his energies, being careful to provide for only what he needed, and yes, his goddess would think better of someone who served her through serving others, as any and all souls returned to the cycle were to her benefit, and it isn't as though he doesn't have ample energy now with what he was able to siphon off his lover but that presents an entirely different moral quandary that he's not sure he really wants to consider at this moment given everything else that—

"I cannot move the stones myself," he blurts out, bringing his runaway train of thought to a halt. "I- I can meld them together, as I did these on my own, but I haven't the physical endurance for the initial construction."