Jehan is well aware of this, and expects no different answer. He smiles faintly, and continues their walk in silence. The sunlight trickles down to them through the thick dark leaves overhead, casting a green murky glow upon the roots and stones. When Jehan casts a sideways glance at Enjolras, his friend's face has the eerie look of one of the fae.

Occasionally Jehan looks up at the lacework canopy of leaves, but his gaze mostly drifts downwards, alighting on a bright pebble here, a delicate bloom there.