"I can't be sure. It's possible whoever crafted these wasn't looking for one hundred percent accuracy in their design." Christine comes to stand beside him as she speak, but bends down to sweep fingertips across a sapling of an herb plant. Being in tune with nature comes naturally to her, though she long denied it because she assumed it was the elven side of her that held that trait. Yet here in her little piece of wilderness, she's finding a tranquility she's quite sure is a new feeling for her.

"Oh? The last time you said you'd found something, I had a rather hard time with it." Meaning the mirror shard, of course. She straightens to face him. "Hopefully it's something much nicer than that."