[The Harbinger watches the bird--- Man, maybe he should get a pet. A little friend. But then the fatuus thinks of all the battles he likes to get into. And the fact that he was near-constantly on the move with a new mission, and. Yeah. Not wholly feasible, ultimately.

Childe takes the offered fruits happily, tucking them away into his own pockets. They were... Probably safe.]

Thanks.

[If anything, it'd be a good reference point of what not to eat.]

Yeah. No doubt everyone else is hungry, too.

[It leaves him wondering exactly how long it'll take for those fruits to grow back. Eh... With the rest of the plants thriving here, he's sure it won't be an issue.]

I'm surprised there hasn't been... Anything else. No animals at all. Monsters? Nothing? It's weird.