When it was morning the boy went into normal routine, gathering some bread and a fruit and having that for breakfast, not requiring Henry to be around to do that. He had been up for some time now, awake again by another nightmare but silent this time. He sat in his chair, leg singing as he chewed on his bread, head tilted, looking up at the weird bladed boots oddly.

"What are those for?" and.... a blink "A tree?"