His exasperation was harbored quietly, festering and picking at his nerves as she went on to claim that everything could speak. The rock, the leaf, probably each blade of grass too. What abyssal depths did her mind reach? An ear flicked backwards and then pricked forward once more as she asked him if he could see what she was saying. "No," he replied curtly. However attentive he believed himself to be, though, he had glazed over her choice of words. Everything had a story, not that everything could speak.

She speaks, though. Her words filled the space between them. What she had to say made sense, even if he had not necessarily given it much thought before. The life of a tree, stationary and unmoving. It could not climb to the peaks of the mountain as he could, but it had reached for the sky in its own way. Garnet eyes remain fixated upon Belhara, his casual intrigue coupled with mild irritation shifting slightly more towards the side of genuine interest. But her eyes of blue did not cling to him as his did to her - she looked to the tree, the stirrings in her mind played out across her features as she continued to weave the story of the tree's life.

There is some small sliver of wonder in his eyes, so miniscule that if one was not looking for it they would surely miss it. But it is not so much in the story of the tree, but rather the workings of Belhara's mind. She had been a constant vexation for him when they'd first met, and he'd expected no less than the same from her on this day, but what she said now made sense. She saw things that others would not pay heed to. Of one thing Drogon could finally make sense - Belhara was a Greenseer.

He stared back at her for a moment longer before he finally looked to the spot on the tree that she had indicated and questioned him about. "Yes, I do," he said, clearing his throat after the words had been spoken. Shifting, he moved his immense body to allow Belhara better access to the length of the tree. Now he wanted to know more; what did she know, and what could be done to prevent the loss of other grand trees upon the mountainside? "What else?" His tone was deep and somewhat flat, but all that she needed to know was in the asking alone.