"I can't eat most of it," he says quickly, turning slightly to listen to Luka, to watch the way he handles himself on the uneven ground. Seems like it's going okay so far.

Now that his eyes are on the ground and Luka has mentioned yesterday though, he pauses for a moment. "It was forty-one years ago," he says absentmindedly, moving towards the nearest crack in the ground. "My camp was knocked over, but I was... I helped some people in Craydon."

He sounds incredibly distracted, and a moment later, he has crouched down and stuck his hand in the crack. He's going to touch the ground if he can. Testing if it's different from yesterday.