[ he huffs a laugh, even though he'd been expecting something like that, although the smile on his face is a little bit broader and lingers a little bit longer than the others before it. ] A big one, yeah. You can see the whole thing, roots and all. [ actually it was seeing the tree that first calmed him when he arrived, but it wasn't until he saw the roots on the floor below, saw the candles lit around them, that he considered he might actually be okay here. he mentioned that he wasn't sure how well his faith would translate here without the specific background it derives from, given how fickle a thing faith can be, tied up in so many different facets and layers and individual from person to person as much as people themselves. he still isn't, but there's clearly something here, and he's interested in learning about it.

he sees it, the tree, instead of the stars for a moment. or maybe just in them, the leaves and points of light falling in line. this is how stars get their names, he thinks. he's never been able to see a picture in them so clearly.

anyway. ]

That sounds like a plan. Why change a tested method, right?