"This is all very Tarzan of you, you know." When he cocks his head at the unfamiliar word, confused, I wave it off. "Never mind. I just…" I glance around, then get to my feet, gesturing at one of the vines growing out of the cliffs. "You can help me collect seeds." "I will enjoy that," A'tam tells me. "No one will be better at collecting seeds than me." "You're lucky you're pretty," I murmur. "Anyone else might not get away with all this."
