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Anjali's eyebrows raised at the mention of numbers. She'd seen all the duplexes, of course, but so many already. "I see," she murmured. "And... no, nevermind." She wasn't ready to ask yet. Not yet.

"Yes, I'm going to be landscaping the village," she said, instead. "Eventually it will blend right into the jungle again. No more foul clearcut jungle and cookie-cutter bland duplexes - I was thinking windowboxes, if not climbing vines, on the buildings."

"A butterfly house?" Anjali looked interested. "Greenhouse-style, or... well, no, I suppose in this literal hothouse environment you wouldn't need glass, would you? Only mesh." She shrugged. "If I am allowed. It sounds like it could be an interesting challenge, cultivating heavy nectar-bearing flora."

"Ah... no, thank you, but I may seek you out later, if you don't mind? I'd like to keep going here." Anjali wasn't ready for more people. Not yet. Soon, maybe, but one was enough of a step for today, and the path ahead looked quite inviting. "Thank you for the welcome, Greer - I'm in duplex #15, if you'd like to come and visit sometime for tea." She grinned and stood up. "Enjoy your meal."

With that, Anjali was gone down the path, further into the jungle, with still more to think about.

Ian was lurking around the forests edge sampling some of the leaves from the local flora. He had found that with the exception of apples and tomatoes he liked local leaves better than a salad and had thusly established a routine to suit his new diet. He was currently chewing on a large leaf when he heard footsteps from nearby. Swallowing he thought about who it could be, "Hello?" He called hoping he didn't scare whomever it was off. He picked another leaf wondering if he would have time to eat it before speaking again.

Ian turned around when he heard her voice and saw Emerwyn, leaf still in hand. "Hello," he said quickly hiding the leaf behind his back. He wasn't sure how Emerwyn would react seeing him eat a mysterious leaf that could very well be poisonous. "H-how are you?" his voice was a little hesitant as he rapidly kept telling himself that he only saw Emerwyn as a friend, nothing more. If heart had started to speed up and he told himself more forcefully that nothing was ever going to happen between them and that he wasn't going to ruin the friendship he had. "I'm sorry I didn't contact you sooner, I rather hid out in my duplex for awhile." His hand went behind his neck and rubbed it a bit sheepishly, ignoring the presence of coarse hair there. Smooth, he told himself. Great way to make yourself look good.

Ian smiled a little, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I don't like being watched. It makes me feel like I'm a speciman at the zoo." His hand fell back to his side. "So,what did Moreau tell you about your illness." The worry was evident in both his voice and his gaze as he looked at Emerwyn. "If he gave you some bullshit excuse..." Ian was angry and his hands balled into fists at his side. Then he relaxed, "Sorry," he apologized again. "My emotions seem to be getting the better of me lately."

Ian was glad that Emerwyn had explained what the word psychosematic meant, otherwise he would have been confused beyond all help. He caught the doubt in her eyes and took a step to close the distance between them and put a reassuring furry arm on her shoulder. Just friends, he reminded himself, but he couldn't help but feel a spark of joy at the contact. This is only a friend comforting another....only a friend. Could he believe that? Perhaps pver time he would, but for now he would have to control his impulses. "Moreau could be wrong. He doesn't have to be right just because he's a doctor."