It is something he notices, as they move through the boundaries and she sets the stakes, the spell becoming slightly more noticeable with each one she leaves in the earth.

"You are not wrong," he says. "None of it could really be anticipated. I'm sure he would have dreamed, would have listened to those who spoke of such things... but if nobody would ever even think to accept his efforts... he would not have much to work with."

Carefully as they walk, he collects wildflowers.