"Sometimes. It's never more than a foot or two and the seasons are never harsh enough that I starve." Alec knew he was lucky that this piece of reality had seasons that never forced him to suffer. He knew that he was immune to time, but he didn't know what else he couldn't harm him. "There's no droughts either."

Alec answered Adam's other questions but he had the feeling that the gardens weren't something that the priestess cared about. He glanced over at the caterpillar, smiling when it seemed content on the plant Adam had chosen. Briefly he wished they could stay out in the gardens, enjoying the sun like they were friends, but he knew that Adam needed to figure out his duties. "Of course. This is your place."

As they headed back inside, Alec tried to decide which rooms would be best to show Adam. The temple would probably let Adam into any area, but Alec wasn't quite ready to show someone else the places that he'd chosen as his own. Eventually Adam might demand to see them, but for now, Alec would try to preserve his privacy. "Are there certain places that you'd prefer? There's art galleries. Another, older branch of the library. The places that were once used for worship."