“Ah, of course.”

She will need to give him a minute to unpack, handing back the shears, sack, and so forth that she had loaned him. He does pause briefly over the cotton- “I think I should take this with me. Apparently, the dralites aren’t being a nuisance in just the forest.” - but otherwise it’s an efficient transferal.

When he’s done, Rezo hefts his rucksack back over his shoulders and pauses. Not sure what to say, but smiling warmly.

“I will look forward to that stew,” he settles on.