Persephone tugs him down to sit beside her, since moving will not be happening for her until she can strongarm someone into being her crutch. Zagreus maybe. Find one of Zetta's prinnies. Something.

"I'm glad you like it. I asked what they needed but some of it was my own spin, I hate things too perfect. It's not really real unless it has some messy edges. Vines and weeds and life sneaking up where you least need or expect it. Perfect is made, manufactured, cookie cutter, the same every time." She pauses, "Or at least, that what someone once told me about my spring."