[ tracking down that garden wouldn't be beyond either of their capabilities under normal circumstances — but for right now, perhaps, it just might be.

morpheus is frowning even more than usual, and she looks back up at him after wiping her brow, brushing it off with a shrug. ]

...Might be the bonfires, or I'm wearing too many layers.

[ another look, this time fixing him with determination in her eyes. ] — I'm fine. We should try to contact him on a private channel, see if we can get him to agree to talk to us in person. What do you think?