Arvid found that he liked gardens, but... not really for their pretty colors, or aesthetic reasons. Rather, he liked it when gardens could be useful. In fact, he had considered growing a garden of poisonous plants outside of his own home, where they would be easily accessible. However, he had ultimately decided against it, not wanting to risk someone deciding to go to town on it and end up killing themselves. Namely, Anthemtalon. He didn't really think the komodo monitor was all that interested in plants, but he didn't want to put anything past the lizard and end up accidentally murdering a fellow wanderer. Instead, he had silently made a note to go looking around for some indoor flower pots at some point, so that he could grow his supplies inside, away from wandering eyes and mouths.

To stumble upon Byriath gardening was... quite the surprise. He hadn't expected the other to indulge in such a peaceful activity, even if the other was technically their medic. Still, he couldn't blame the other for wanting a refreshing supply of herbs that he could keep track of. As he approached, the canine cleared his throat before saying simply, "The hardy ones should survive, at the very least. Some herbs have the ability to keep growing even in the worst of conditions." He then directed his next words towards Byriath, sitting back on his haunches, "That is a valid concern, though. Maybe you should get some kind of covering for the garden? So that the plants will have a chance when the weather is worse." Or, when the weather was normal, really. The Coalition's territory didn't exactly have a very friendly environment towards... anything, really. Plants and animals alike.