[ He feels the blanket change shape and form, woven thread tightening, settling into a thicker material and he cannot help but marvel at the ease with which Viktor operates now. ]

There are others to replace. You needn't worry your too-soft heart about some flooded corridors. I salvaged what I could.

[ Emet-Selch raises an eyebrow at the bird, but doesn't argue her intelligence any further. Instead, he makes his way to where Viktor sits and makes no attempt to settle down. Instead, he offers a gloved hand, shifting one foot behind himself to brace for Viktor's weight. ]

Up with you. If you want your grapes, we ought to start with those first and foremost. Fetch your seeds, select a suitable spot of earth.