"They're strong." She starts, considering how to finish the sentence as he gestures with his spoon. At this point, the berry on his plate has reached the size of a grapefruit. It finally stops growing, and now it's just a matter of when he goes in to eat it.

"With their strength, who knows what they might do when the time comes?" She ends it, cryptically. She'd said before that she didn't know what would happen, she hadn't met them in so long that it was anyone's guess.