"Surely, with this many plants, there must be something useful. I only wish I recognized any of them." His hands are warm and solid, reassuring. Casper makes her feel safe in a way few things have since she escaped the Hall. He understands, and he cares. "I suppose you don't, either? I could at least pick decent bracken to make a bed of, if only it wasn't all sopping wet, but beyond things that require shape alone..."