"I haven't. What is honey?"

She glances over, silkplant in her hands. On the rafts, there would be things to help a plant root in a new place. Here, she can only trust in the plant's ability to do it itself. Not ideal, but it can work. She starts trying to arrange the roots around the cherry tree's branches.

"I might have seen some of it in the kitchen, if I'm to share honesty."