"Yes, I think we'll need to discuss it more with the others before having any clear idea of what shape it will take...but I look forward to finding out."

Jehan pauses, looking around at the undisturbed, unchanging stillness of the forest. "And it will be something of use to do."

A fox ambles across the path before them at a slow, easy pace, his ears perked up. He cocks his head to scrutinize Jehan and Enjolras, before deciding they're of little interest, and continuing on his way. The fox likely doesn't worry about having things to do. But no doubt his existence holds other struggles. All of nature, all of growth, is a hard-fought struggle. Even the seemingly tranquil trees have their battles to fight. Perhaps the trees, if they were conscious, would envy humans who need only find occupation, and who needn't strive towards the sunlight.

Jehan's thoughts easily drift off along this well-traveled path.