This space helps his mood. He's still decidedly brooding when he passes through the archway, but he can't help looking up and around, taking in the details of this place again. It's not anything like the spaces wild elves set up, but there's still something peaceful in it. It's so obviously well cared for, tended to with perfect detail.

"Ah," he says, blinking over to Five and the pile of cushions. He tilts his head for a moment, wondering why they would sit instead of going to find Twelve? He's not sure what's going on here, but he walks over and settles down into the seating area, folding his legs underneath himself.

"Where is she?" he asks, at a normal volume. He doesn't know why they'd be whispering??