[He lets her take the basket, stepping back ever so slightly, though he still might lean a little toward her, his arms folded at-rest style, at the small of his back. He can't quite figure, either, where he stands with her, though the part of his heart which stubbornly remains human, wants to give itself to her, though the part affected by Progenitor wants to hold back.]

Ahh, I think I'd spoken briefly with him, in Sodder's Dream. A young man of principles, but a fair one, if I'm not mistaken? You might have a job of it, but this place could use some more greenery and a safe place to house it.