[Cake]

Esten nods, rolling the little jewel between his fingers, but not looking at it. They could be being monitored, if not recorded. "I'm glad that's the case," he says, having been worried it might have been something else. He followed the offer and took a seat on the bed beside the seeder. Still, if the jewels were truly that rare, he worried what the humans might do. His hand absently runs over his flat belly, wondering if the increasing cold there meant he was in the process of conceiving. "How did you come to be here?" he asks curiously.