Hythlodaeus raises his eyebrows, appreciating the cutiefly before turning his attention to the smothered tree on the ground. He kneels, working the blades gently around the base and snipping with only a little effort.

He looks back up as he sets the shears aside.

“Hm! Well, it is hard to be certain, but I believe I had what can be characterized as an emotional breakdown. Forgive me, it was indeed an unsightly distraction ... and far from my intention. Though of course, I cannot be sure as I’ve not had one before.”

His tone is even, but a smile works its way into his face.