It's nice, isn't it? Caduceus used to like listening to those who visited the Blooming Grove when they would talk about their loved ones. It wasn't the same but it was similar he guessed, seeing the joy in her face as he spoke.

"You or your mother?" He was curious now, more so than before. He knew there was something special about her and her dog but the way she brought it up just then when he was talking about the Wildmother made him all the more curious about her.