Ren where on Remnant are you getting this sentient plant business from, really. Alas, Nora is already up and zipping over with nothing but a sketched outline of her presence to ever prove she’d been there at all.

She leans in over some of the lower branches, considering the berries, before turning her head to consider the Slakoth peering lazily over her shoulder.

“What do you say? Is it breakfast?”

It blinks slowly at her, but reaches out and snags a fruit with its claws quite contentedly.

“Well it’s not poisonous to Pak at least!” she calls back to inform Ren, as the sloth gets slowly to nibbling.