He knew the dangers, nodding along while Jean spoke. He wasn't entirely clueless to the concept of danger, especially in a place he was unfamiliar with. But his schooling didn't go to waste. He knew what various things were, and once they were in the trees, he smiled a little. Squirrels. He'd read about them. "It's nearing winter, isn't it?" He asked. "They'll be going into hibernation soon I'd think." Their homes, within the trees, would be their bed for the next several months if he wasn't mistaken. He looked around, spying creeping vines nearby. "Ivy... Not poison oak I believe." He stepped forward. They had smooth-looking single leaves and sprouted small white flowers. "I learned about various forms of nature from my tutors... I know some things, but not others."

He stepped onto a thick tree root and looked around. "I don't know those flowers, though." He indicated dark red-petal flowers that blanketed the area. "Those are safe, right?" They let off a wonderfully sweet scent, but he'd never seen them before.