"Yeah. Why, you got a problem?" Heine goes down the last flight of stairs and shoves his hands into his pocket as he goes out a side door, slowing his pace at last as they start crossing the stretch of lawn that separates the building from the forest.

The sun is setting. Seawort grows only in the light of the moon, but it'll take them a while to get to the deep part of the woods where it grows. Of course, nightfall also spells the beginning of many creatures' active periods, but it is what it is. Heine just hopes the kid will shut up at some point.