It's taken time, but he's finally ready to look at his new residence closer and perhaps even look more closely into carving himself a place in this place. It is not as if he has anything to return to back home, even if returning to his proper world was an option.

He's dressed in the loose clothing given to him, but thankfully, he's also been granted his one request to add to his outfit. Thus he had a dark gray scarf to wrap around his scarred throat along with a flowing black coat that was the closest he was liable to get to the robes he'd worn for so long.

It wasn't until he came upon the garden that he'd felt anything beyond bland curiosity about the station he was currently living on. He certainly hadn't expected the sight he beheld when he'd set out to investigate them. Those couldn't actually be trees in there, could they?

Further investigation proved they weren't trees, but he was rather impressed despite himself at the manner in which the garden was laid out in addition to how much it managed to contain in such a finite space. Given how many plants were here, investigating them and their properties might even manage to keep him occupied for days possibly.

One could hope.